When I was 20, after I was hospitalized for severe depression, I decided that I should not have children because I did not think that I would be a good enough mother. I suspected that I would commit suicide one day, and did not want to put that burden upon anyone. (I thought that if I waited until after my parents were dead, and if I never married or had children or had intimate relationships, then perhaps my suicide would not hurt anybody’s feelings very much.) Also, I did not want to pass my “bad genes” of inclinations to mental illness (and my family’s history of substance abuse) to future generations – I believed strongly that every child conceived should be as perfect as possible.
However, although I realized that artificial birth control is immoral, I did not at first realize that my decision not to have children meant that I could not marry in the Church – which meant that I would not marry at all. This took some getting used to, but not a lot. My libido is relatively low, anyway.
I suspect that if my depression had been better treated or if I had never had any mental illness, I might have made a pretty good mother. But now that I am 43 and my depression has been stabilized thanks to a combination of antidepressants and antipsychotics, I have no regrets. I am active in my parish as a catechist, lector and EMHC, am a Lay Carmelite and member of the Legion of Mary, and am attempting to discern a possible vocation to consecrated virginity lived in the world. Sure, my motives to remain a virgin were originally more out of neurotic fear than of love of God, but they have been and are being purified.