Your name is Brenda. One night, at a particularly eventful party, you suddenly get into a bit of a situation with your long-time best friend John. You see, while both managing to have become spectacularly intoxicated, you and John partake in sexual intercourse. John believes, incorrectly now, that you two are an item, and that this was a great thing. But now you think about it, you don't actually remember ever giving consent to this. In fact, you remember saying 'stop' a couple of times. The problem is, John was too drunk to hear, so it wasn't as if it was entirely his fault. But at the same time, he's gotten the wrong message. John has definitely done a bad thing - but he didn't actually know he was doing it at the time. So my question to you is, how the hell do you, Brenda, tell John that he did this without ruining your friendship?
I think you all know where this is going; dear reader, you really are Brenda. In fact everyone in the world went through the same situation as Brenda, though they may not know it. A long time ago, without the knowledge of the perpetrators, you were harmed. Though your parents did not know it, by bringing you into existence they directly caused your future suffering. My question is, how the hell is one supposed to come about one's antinatalism - how does one tell one's parents about it, without deeply scarring them? I for one, am never going to do it. As much as they did harm me, and brought me into a life I don't want, I still love them, and in doing so, I'd rather protect them from the truth.