As kid free folks, we have all been called “selfish” at some point, whether it was directly, indirectly or passive-aggressively. We have come to expect it, we have heard it, we have engaged it, we have ignored it, and we have also deeply internalized it. It’s an accusation that is top of mind for critics of our lifestyle who don’t know how to understand or process our lifestyle and choose not to mind their own business. The fact that we focus our time, energy, resources and attention on people and pursuits other than procreating, makes some people’s heads explode.
At the end of the day, someone’s perception of me as selfish is not about what I’m wearing, where I’m going or what I’m buying: it’s about my ability to choose me, to prioritize me, and to have agency over my life in a way that parents may view not only as indulgent, but woefully impossible.