When I was in my twenties and not wanting kids (and feeling like the only one), a woman I worked with would talk about how she never wanted kids. I was so psyched to know someone else felt the same way. Then she got pregnant and seemed happy about it. When I asked about her previous position, she said it was just something she was trying to tell herself, trying to believe, because she was afraid she couldn’t get pregnant. I was so disappointed to have lost a sort of ally, to learn I’d never even had one.