Good morning my steemian friends, I just want to share my bad experience this early morning. But before that, let me introduce my self to share who I am.
This is Adam, doing his favorite thing, tossing rocks to the water.
My real name is Neli, I was born in a small village in Garut, West Java. Indonesia. I'm a happy lady, humble, humorous, simple and a bit sensitive. I never think anything bad about life, everything happened for a reason and I always take the positive side from that.
I got married to my husband, 
We live in south Seattle but we put my son in a different school district, in order to do that we have to rent an apartment so my son can study there. My routine is busy since I have to go back and forth between my house and the apartment but that will end soon since Adam already enrolled in a new Autism School, Gersh Academy.
The parking space is damn compact, yet, the car next to me always park so close to my car. My car only has one side to get in and out because the other side is against the wall. One day, I have to asked my husband to write a note to the owner of that car.
The note was so polite and politely asking the owner to park a little further from my car because my son and I are having a hard time to get in and get out. Also due to Adam's autism, he won't understand if he opens the door too hard and hit the other lady's BMW.
The note worked. The next day the owner park a little farther away. By the way, there is an extra line on her driver side so she has more room. (I finally found out that the driver is a mom too and has two kids younger than Adam.)
One night we went to spend a night in the apartment and I just get in to the parking lot. She was unloading things from her car and was taking her time with her side door wide open and that wasn't usual to people who seeing somebody want to park next to her. I had to wait for her for quite a long time and park after she was done. I didn't say anything and forgot about what happened the next few hours.
This morning, as usual, I am taking Adam to school at the same time at 8;45 am. She was there too, she was getting her kids in the same side as my driver door side. It was my fault, I pressed my car's remote and unlocked the door and Adam running into the door. I ran too try to hold him from opening the door so won't bump into her. Too late, He opened the door already .....Gosh, the situation escalated with her and she turned it into a big thing.
She yelled at me: I said good morning!
Me: Oh morning (I was busy talking to Adam not to open the door)
She: I was here first and you have to wait until I'm done.
Me: I try to hold the door so we won't hit you and my son has autism he won't understand and he needs to go to school ..
She: My kids also needs to go to school and I was here first! Are you a King or something?
Me: Excuse me! My son has autism, I told you he won't understand the meaning of waiting ... BTW, you have a big space!
She: What space? Yelling at me louder ..
Me: Look at the space next to your driver side!
I wasn't sure if she already stopped or still talking! I just need to get out before it got worse and it isn't worth it at all ...
What in the world?? People like her for example is so rude. Acting like that this Early morning? in front of kids?
I got into my car and slammed the door. I was holding my anger not to get more angry in front of her kids and Adam who are looking at us yelling at each other. I drove away and finally cried .... I was still crying until now!
What made me started to cry was, is that how people treat a special needs child in general?
Why don't they think as "MOM TO MOM" or "PARENT TO PARENT" when they heard the word "AUTISM". It doesn't mean we want people to treat us like a KING OR QUEEN and it's not what we want that our kid to become special needs!
WE WANT TO BE HEARD THAT WE EXIST, WE ARE HERE, HURT AND STRUGGLING FOR OUR KIDS' FUTURE.
Thinking about what I should do to make people understand about AUTISM. Really. I don't want my son to suffer! He suffers enough to deal with himself every day, every hour, every minute, every second and every breath he has.
In the end, I'm still Neli who have to get back on my feet with this tough life. Still need to work on lots of things.
Love.
Neli aka 
