When you have a child who is behavioral, people assume the parent is the problem. Judgements are made and rulings are given, but the often the ruling comes in with a deafening silence. Friends my child played with became busy. Other mothers, with whom I was previously friendly, were visibly uncomfortable around me. Some mothers from his class would eyeball us, gesture to one another and whisper. It felt like I was teleported back into my high school cafeteria, where I was socially weighed and measured. Shame cycled from the past and into the future and I felt increasingly isolated and wounded. How could I combat their ignorance? And more importantly, how could I believe, once and for all, that I was enough?