So today I was sitting on a bench in the mall talking to a friend about life. I then heard the piercing sound of a child screaming and crying like his mother was beating the life out of him. I look over to see that it was another overweight 5 year old red in the face and breaking sound barriers with that fuckhole of his.
I turn to my friend, roll my eyes and mutter "And this is why I don't want kids." Somehow, Super Mom of the Year managed to hear me through her child's screams. She looks me dead in the eye and declares "HE'S AUTISTIC." In my head, I'm thinking "Oh, shitty deal." I laugh at my ignorance and life goes on. But NO.
Super Mom decides to leave her bratty kid and march over to me to tell me AGAIN that her son was autistic. Convo went something like this:
Mom: "HE HAS AUTISM"
Me: "Well maybe you should put a sign on him so that people can hide their reactions to your screaming kid."
Mom: "He's Autistic, EDUCATE yourself."
Me: "I'm quite educated and I do know that autistic kids don't look any different from normal kids ... so to me, he just looked like another screaming fucking brat."
Mom: "Well, he's autistic!!!"
Me: "He's still screaming and disrupting my pleasure, if you can't keep your kid under control -- handicapped or otherwise -- then you should keep him at home or expect people to look at you like I did. I'm sorry that I laughed at your autistic son, but I'm not sorry that I still find his screaming irritating."
Moral of the story? Don't yell at me because you lost the genetic lottery with your kid. Just be thankful that someone thought your kid was like every other kid for a moment -- bratty, annoying and useless.
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