Today, a woman gave me a hug I didn't want.
I think the longest I can go without the pity of others is eight days. That’s it. The older my son gets, the more frequent these encounters come. They feel as though they are being kind and comforting, but I required no such comfort. I don’t want to carry their guilt and shame and pity. I just want some snacks from Walmart and a new journal…in peace.
My son is okay, he’s just loud. There’s no cause for alarm. He’s just different, that’s all.
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