I am getting really sick and tired of people being offended for me and shaming children for staring. Children who aren't exposed to the realities of other people's misfortune are bound to stare at those things that are unusual to them; if your child hasn't been around a whole lot of people who've lost their limbs, they're bound to ask you, their parent, why that man is walking funny or why one of his pant legs is loose while he uses crutches. My nieces and nephews don't stare because they've become comfortable, despite being quite young, with the fact I've lost my leg and remain with permanent injury to my torso and other leg, all through a still very traumatic ordeal that they don't fully understand and I don't go into details about. It's important for children to, at a certain point, begin to understand that very unfortunate things can happen to people that leave them with permanent consequences; the oldest understand that I didn't actually lose my leg because I didn't listen to my parents or do my chores or that the monsters under the bed stole it, but that I am a disabled war veteran. They know my leg doesn't actually magically grow back, but that it's a metal prosthetic that I can put on or take off. I've told embarrassed mothers on many occasions that I am far from offended or angry because their young child is staring at me or making "rude" comments, because I understand that they're sheltered from the sort of things that I've experienced (to some degree, as they should be) and they're simply confused. They're children. They shouldn't be shamed or scolded for not quite understanding the things that are never explained to them.
God forbid that these children ever experience what I and my fellow men have, but they need to know lest they get ideas of repeating it to themselves as uneducated adults. Children need to know that I'm not "unfortunate" or that it's "rude" to stare at me or an equally disabled man; they need to know why we are like this.
I've gotten much more shit by apparently tolerant adults than I have by children. And those adults know what they're doing when they call a man torn apart by PTSD a murderer or colonizer or say that he deserved it.
I've been told that I deserve my disability, but I refuse to be bitter. I refuse to say I hope you live through what I lived through, because I hope no one ever does, and such things never happen to anyone again. They will. But I can hope.