Before I started going bald, my mom used to always make it a point to bring up every one of my friends and classmates who was going bald. It’s the first thing she’d say about them. “How’s so-and-so?” “He’s bald!” She would even blurt it out.
But with me, she never said it, even once. She knows how horrible it is to be bald, especially with our society which is entirely centered around looks. She’s also never said anything to me like “I wish you had kids” or “You’d be a great father.” Because she knows my shit genes should never be passed on.