I fully realize that everyone has a different comfort level when it comes to this sort of thing. My tolerance for questions & stares has grown over the years. This is probably because I am getting to be OLD. Our daughter is (at the tender age of 21) fascinated by the fact that I actually had an 8-track tape player in my first car - and that it was "cutting edge technology" at the time. So, you do that math!
My mom was a Special Needs teacher back in the day... In fact, she was one of the first Special Needs teachers deployed in our state many years ago. She had all kinds of kids in her room; nowadays we would recognize them as being on the spectrum, or as ADHD, etc. Back then, they were often labeled as "disruptive" and often essentially corralled in classrooms to keep them from distracting the "normal" children. On more than one occasion, I heard her tell the parents of her students that
"everyone has *something* "wrong" with them. Some people can't do math, some people can't read because of dyslexia or poor vision, and some people can't sit still. That doesn't mean they don't have VALUE and it doesn't mean that they are "doing school wrong". It just means they are *different*." Her compassion for those children stemmed in no small part from the fact that my brother was profoundly autistic.
So I grew up surrounded by these kids; I often babysat the kids from her classes as I got older. The OP's experience wouldn't have probably phased me in the least. To me, there's all kinds of "normal", and my "normal" does not have to look like (or feel like, or behave like) yours.
Like some others here, I view these interactions as an opportunity to help others learn. By answering questions (I also have a
scooter that is "different" due to it's small size, and the lights on it; it attracts attention when we are out and about) and being friendly, I hope that I am helping those who are curious to realize that disabilities come in all shapes, sizes, colors, variations, and flavors of visibility. Our daughter says that I "openly embrace my different" LOL.
Yes, there are times when I really am not in the mood to answer the inevitable questions; there are times when I just want to be invisible. And there are times when I am tempted to just keep going - to pretend that I didn't hear the question.
But I stop, and chat with these folks, because most of the time, they are genuinely curious; often because they see it being loaded/unloaded from the back of our Kia Soul, and are impressed by it's small size and light weight. I have had more "parking lot Q&A's" (as my family calls them) than I can count.
Do I really make a difference? Does it really matter in the end? I don't honestly know. I certainly hope so. One person CAN make a difference, and I sincerely hope that my positive interactions with others ripple out, and start discussions, and change opinions, and help others. The only way that can happen is if I try.