Thank you OP and to everyone else commenting here.
I have only one child, now an adult in their twenties. He was diagnosed in mid teens with Aspergers. To my mind that doesn't quite fit. Although bright, he has never worked and has been sectioned three times with psychosis.
I feel gutted that apart from me no one seems to love and care about him. Consequently, I worry constantly about how he will cope when I die. The one good thing is that he has a social worker and care package in place and has just moved into his latest, third supported housing unit.
So, I do have some freedom unlike so many of you on here. But yes I feel so envious of his peers who have progressed and are achieving all the hopes and dreams we wish for our children when they are babies and we think about their future. But the what if thoughts are there when I see his cousin, who is 18 months older, and has his own children.
It upsets me so much that my son is missing out on human relationships and experiences. I constantly rage inside my head, why is everyone ignoring him? Don't ask me once in a blue moon how he is, go and see him instead. But they don't care enough to do that. So I generally don't volunteer any information about my only child because no one is genuinely interested in him.