I just need to write this down so that I can get on with my damn day.
I am the parent of an autistic child. Yeah, he looks normal, and he's fucking brilliant so people don't realize that he's "different" until they spend a decent amount of time with him. So when they tell me to "let him have fun and be a kid" or suggest that I'm hurting him by micro managing him, THEY CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES!
My son has absolutely no idea how to interact with other human beings. We have to fucking roleplay situations so that he can function in school. The behavior that seems "cute" or "funny" or "quirky" when you only see him one hour a week is the reason why he's going to be in third grade this year and he has never had a friend who wasn't a relative.
He is seen as weird by other children and my "micro managing" is necessary to prevent him from becoming some socially retarded recluse as an adult so fuck off.
When my son does something "wrong" in public, I have a very small window of time to point out what he did and explain it in a way he can understand why that behavior is not acceptable so that he can learn how to function in society.
When some stupid bitch walks up and interrupts my conversation with my son to make small talk. (and yes, it's conversation, yelling at him is useless so I don't bother) They are harming his development in their stupid, asinine attempt to "save him" from a fucking lecture.
Oh, he'll learn on his own, is that right? Because YOUR kid did. Congratulations, your kid is fucking normal, have a fucking cookie, here have two or three cookies, let me help you cram them down your ignorant fat fucking throat.
The proper response to me walking away from your unsolicited and unwanted parenting advice is not to have your morbidly obese teenage daughter follow me down the sidewalk smacking her lips and saying "That's rude! That's just rude!" smack smack "Some people is so rude!" smack smack
I told you and your fat fuck of a child that parenting my child was more important than engaging in small talk with a bunch of strangers. Since you couldn't accept that, you deserved every fucking thing you got. I hope your daughter cries herself to sleep for the next month over the things I said to her. You wanted a fucking reaction, you fucking got one you fat, stupid fucks.
If you think I'm embarrassed, you're out of your fucking mind. I am the mother of a child who seriously asks women at the hair salon why they bother paying for a haircut since they'll still be ugly and it seems like a waste of money to him.
If he sees a fat person eating candy, he asks them if they are retarded and when they say no, he asks why they are eating more candy since they have already achieved their goal of being hugely fat.
He mocks other children for not being able to read and will occasionally raise his hand to ask his teacher why the other children are so stupid.
I have to go have a parent teacher conference once a fucking week, sometimes twice a week, sometimes two or three times in a FUCKING DAY. MY EMBARRASSMENT SENSORS BURNT THE FUCK OUT YEARS AGO LADY!
I am not a "bad parent" just because I won't allow my son to be a prisoner of his disorder and end up in a padded room somewhere smearing shit on the walls. I don't need YOU to tell me to be proud of him. I am proud of him. My son is the most determined human being I have ever encountered in my life and when he sets his mind on something he cannot be stopped.
That trait, among others, is going to make him an incredible man someday. I have told myself that every fucking day since he was 6 months old to help me cope with him now and get me through the damn day. So leave me the hell alone.