I hear you. Something I find I have to do is pace back in forth while I settle my thoughts before I can leave the house. Even people who know my condition and are sympathetic can still make hurtful comments about it. Even when they ultimately mean no harm, you sometimes can hear the slight scorn in their voice. It feels like they're secretly saying, "I wish you would stop being stupid. You're wasting our time." It hurts, and I hate it.