Teenage Pregnancy 

Dear Niece has been staying with me for a couple months. A few days ago, she found out that her brother’s eldest spawn has gone and gotten herself knocked up at the ripe old age of fifteen. 

There’s been lots of drama, most notably with mommy dearest insisting on an abortion, which the kid doesn’t seem to want. Despite the fact that pretty much the same thing happened to her when she was only a year older than her daughter is now. I could go on and on, since DN is highly invested emotionally in the situation, and keeps me up to date on the situation. But I won’t.

I don’t have a dog in the fight, and for the most part, I don’t give a fuck. Decisions have consequences. I made similar stupid choices and easily could have found myself in that position at age 19. I got lucky. She didn’t. 

But the whole clusterfuck has gotten my attention for a very different reason. What if it’d been my kid? That’s when I think to myself, “Thanks, B.” 

And thank you to the handful of other single mothers that I dated or tried to date over the years, who rejected me. You spared me from this headache. I’ll never have to worry about a pregnant teenager. Ever. In any context. 

But the worm has gotten deeper into my head. I haven’t even talked to anyone with the remotest inclinations towards a romantic or intimate relationship in a year or so. Over twenty years ago, I had my shit cut, burnt, and clamped. Overall chance of failure is roughly 0.15 percent. That is fifteen out of ten thousand. And most of those happen within the first couple months after the surgery, usually to dudes who don’t make sure things are completely emptied out before ceasing alternate methods of protection. I’ve been with four presumably fertile women during those twenty plus years, and there have been no surprises. But what if?

I cannot and will not allow myself to get that close to a new life, whether directly or indirectly. I refuse to accept responsibility for another human being. Period. 

Not that it’s anything more than an academic exercise at this point. I don’t tend to bump uglies with someone without a strong emotional connection, and given the level of betrayal that 2015 delivered to my doorstep, I doubt that I’ll ever be able to trust anyone enough to make such a connection again. Sadly, I’m mostly okay with that. 

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4 Responses to Teenage Pregnancy 

  1. bbuddha says:

    well I’m sorry to hear that the mother is trying to push her child into an unwanted abortion. That happened to a friend of mine when I was about that age, she ended up having a miscarriage, she was devastated and her mother was overjoyed, a total POS.
    regarding the responsibility angle….It is daunting. I never intended to have a child but when you are a young woman you can’t find a doctor to do the snip. If you want to kill your baby well then it is your body your choice but not when it comes to prevention.. How Phuked up is that???

    good for you being proactive 🙂

    • alaskan454 says:

      Good to hear from you again.

      I’ve never met her, but mama is a drug addicted waste of oxygen according to all reports even before this. I hope it works out, but they’re several states distant and strangers to me. My only connection is Niece.

      I know what you mean. At 25, it was a struggle to find an agreeable doc to do me, but I finally found one. Best decision I ever made.

  2. Johnny Reb says:

    I was snipped in 1975. 21 yo.
    The wife decided the pain of labor was far too intense to endure again.

    • alaskan454 says:

      Having never experienced labor, I’ll take her word for it.

      First doc I asked started telling me all sorts of horror stories (lies, mostly) about balls shrinking up afterward, increased cancer risk, and shit like that. He admitted later that he was just trying to talk me out of it. Not that it mattered, he was a family practice doc, not a urologist.

      Next guy, a genuine urologist, asked how old I was (25), and how many kids I had (0). His only response was, “Good.” He accepted my decision, and a couple weeks later, I was fixed.

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