Imagine a friend told you they had fathered a baby. Imagine they then told you they didn’t know who the mother was, and wouldn’t be involved in raising the child at all – that’s another man’s job. That they’d become a sperm donor...
Imagine going through the menopause in your twenties. You aren’t even in a serious relationship yet, but here you are unable to have children before you’ve even decided you want them. Or imagine you’re going through gruelling cancer treatment in your thirties. You wanted to wait a bit longer for children, but now there’s a chance you’ll never get pregnant naturally.
So what would make someone decide to use another man’s sperm to create their child? Surely we all want our children to be biologically ours, to ‘take after us’ and have our characteristics, our facial features, our mannerisms?...