Went shopping today after taking Pudd'n to see "the mouse" and eat cardboard tasting pizza.
By the time we were done at Kohl's, he was having a wee bit of a melt down. Pudd'n didn't want to wear his jacket and he was making sure every one around him know it.
The guy behind me made a smarmy remark and I lit in to him with both barrels. I'm tired of the stares and crap. This guy made the wrong remark to the wrong mother.
I looked at him, gave him the look of death and said:
He has Autism, it is a neurological brain disorder
smarmy man: uh, oh sorry, uh didn't know
Me: yeah, he LOOKS normal, but he isn't. My son can't talk amonst the other things he can't do like NORMAL people.
I paid for my items and left.