I can't honestly remember a time in my life when I have ever felt so desperately low,
I'm 47, single mum of four (eldest and youngest are severely disabled - two different unrelated disabilities).
My eldest son is the age now that I was when I gave birth to him (23).
For his first year of life his development was normal. He was a happy smiley baby. Reached out for toys. Held his arms up for me to pick him up. He'd even started to babble.
Then when he turned one year old it was as though a light had gone out. He lost all eye contact. His smile had been replaced by a blank expression. He showed no interest in toys and no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't reach him.
He has never spoken a word in his life.
He lives in adult supported living but requires 24/7 care and supervision (two carers when out and about).
I have always felt incredibly guilty that I can't care for him myself now he is an adult, but my youngest child at home also has additional needs.
My eldest son is completely locked in his own world. He has no awareness of Birthdays or Christmas. He spends his time rocking back and forth while shaking a rattle.
I just keep thinking of the life I had at 23 when I was pregnant with him, compared to the life he has now.
I had the independence and freedom that he will never know.
I was in a relationship (with his father). I had a job, friendships.... just all those things I took for granted.
I have begun to despise myself for having the life he will never know.
I have never heard his voice, yet I find myself just longing to sit and have a chat with him.
I just feel so alone. I can't talk to anyone as I don't want to be a burden to them.
I just find myself with tears streaming down my face without realising I am crying.
There are so many reminders of the life he could have had.
I am finding this level of sadness quite overwhelming as I have never experienced it to this intensity.
I've had plenty of emotional setbacks along the way, but this is just something else. It scares me how low I feel if I'm honest.