Thanks for your responses. It's one thing to have chosen not to have children and to not have been given the choice.
I know I would have been a good parent.
My parents divorced in the 70's when it was still not the done thing. I grew up being hated by my friends' parents because of being the child of divorce. I also grew up going without the basic things - new shoes, clothes, food. But I had the best damned childhood regardless because I had a loving family.
I have worked with children/young adults on the spectrum - from age 12 to 22 so that doesn't bother me. More children are born healthy than not so the unfounded fear that "maybe" a kid might be born with some condition never bothered me.
Backstory - I co-parented 2 children from the ages of 4 and 6 to 14 & 16. I supported these 2 children financially, emotionally and spiritually. When they turned 14 & 16 their mother who was my best friend and who I would lay my life on the line for literally ripped my life apart by taking these kids away from me without reason, aside from that I was no longer useful financially. This happened April 2023.
So the suggestion of meeting people with kids gives me an almost traumatic response.
It also tells me that I am useful as a bank account and baby sitter, after that get lost.
I grieve these kids as if they had died. Except I know they are still living their lives without me, not caring what has happened to me (yes I have been told this).
It's like a f*ck you twice - you don't deserve your own kids and just when you think your prayers have been answered and you will get to help 2 children grow, those kids are going to be taken away from you as well.
Can I do it again? Care for someone elses' kids? No
I gave up volunteering after doing it for 25 years because I was burnt out.
I don't have any friends to catch up with and that is no doubt my fault too.
I just want something good to finally happen because waking up dreading still being alive sucks.😓