I have a HUGE phobia of reproduction. I've had nightmares about it my entire life, even when I was still a kid. I love baby animals, I've held kittens and cavies and foals while they were still wet from the birth, but I have trouble being around pregnant animals. Pregnant humans are both horrifying and disgusting to me (apologies to any pregnant or once-pregnant humans here

). I also have some issues with human female cycling that are due to neurodivergence and OCD, and, quite frankly, I'm absolutely batshit in general.
And apparently this was stuff I was just supposed to get over and would have gotten over if I'd given in because motherhood is so special and wonderful and the hormones would have made me love my baby, not made me crazier (which is why I just saw an ad for a post-partum specific antidepressant, because all women handle it fantastically, and AHAHAHA boy you can always tell the people who don't know me). I have had SO many arguments with people because "I think certain things are gross" automatically means I was raised to think women were wrong and dirty. SIR/MA'AM, IT IS LITERALLY A PHYSICALLY MESSY PROCESS AND I HAVE CRIED FROM HAVING *WATER* ON MY HANDS WHEN I'M NOT ACTIVELY TAKING A BATH.
It turns out I'm aroace anyway, but before I knew that, and I was still trying to have relationships for reasons other than actually wanting to be with someone, I could and did have sex, but that fear was always right there. My last ex talked about getting a vasectomy, and I said, "If you're doing it for me, don't bother, because I'll never feel secure enough in anything to not need other methods." (He doesn't want kids himself, but there was no reason for him to put himself through surgery if it wouldn't change anything, you know?)
One of my others did want kids, and he used to throw it in my face that he was giving that up for me, to stop me from pointing out that he was NOT coming through on my needs. And what really pissed me off about it was that I don't want them, full stop, but I (being young and stupid) told him I would have been willing to consider adoption or a surrogate or whatever. I would have compromised for him (thank god it never got that far). But, nope. It had to be our biological child coming out of my body because otherwise the real mother could have changed her mind and tried to regain custody.
(And that wasn't even why we ended up breaking up. Jesus.)