What is it with staring? I mean, really, come on. What makes my child so very intriguing to you? Is it her absolutely darling Shirley Temple curls? Maybe its her contagious smile, glimmering eyes, perfectly round and angelic face? No, I know, it has to be a combo of the genes and the jeans....'cuz my kid can rock a size 2T like nobodies business!
Or........my child is having a hard time adjusting from the low sensory environment of our car to the sensory fiesta that is the local pumpkin patch. Give her a minute to get her barrings.
She yelled for a minute and dropped to the ground to protest my touching her hand. She didn't see it coming and it startled her. But then, you wouldn't care to know that. It would make the staring so much less fun. Its so much more fun to look at this beautiful little girl and create a story in your mind. "What a brat", "terrible parenting".....
You see, autism is the invisible disability. No less debilitating than any other disability, just invisible. So, let the stares and silent admonishment begin!
I wonder, do you stare at people in wheelchairs or just little girls with neurobiological disorders?
Why is it my job to educate you about my child's struggles? You want something to stare at...wait until we have to transition to leave. Hell, we just got here. You ain't seen nothing yet!
By the way, in the time you spent staring at my kid, your kid managed to ram a kernel of corn up his nose and punch his sister in the arm. Yeah, buddy, we've moved on and are gonna hit the patch. That screaming you hear is your own kid. You might want to take care of that, and don't worry...I won't stare.
Enjoy!
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