I feel like a pariah

I'm tired of being a freak. A weirdo. That woman. The Mom with those kids. The homeschooler. I know normal is a pipe dream, but some days I want normal with all of my being.

Maybe the next time I go into CVS with Emily, I should wear a sandwich board that reads:

This child is not a brat.
She has autism.
She is on medication for epilepsy.
If you think you can do a better job with her, knock yourself out.