Shawnee, Ohio is a small town with a population of like 500 people, but even the smallest towns have bits of history attached to them.

This post will never be seen, and it may never be published, but I need to get really raw here in this place I've created. One of the issues that goes along with having autism, for me, is experiencing a lot of deep depression. This is a kind of sadness that doesn't make logical sense and doesn't really have a source that can be "fixed". It's plagued me for my entire life, and has been worse than ever in recent years as I've struggled to figure out what my life is going to loo

It makes me extremely sad to think of the world that my children and potential grandchildren will have to live in and makes me question what kind of future we can realistically hope for when the best response to progressive ideas is "bUt SoCiaLisM".

There were supposed to be four phases to basic training, each with varying levels of freedom and responsibility. Red phase was the first and it involved having no freedom while the drill sergeants were as hard on the group as they could be. Our group spent the entirety of basic training, up to the day before graduation, in red phase.

On September 11, 2001, I walked into my ninth-grade algebra class just before 9:00 AM and found the class television playing footage of a building on fire. The sight was unexpected to say the least, but what was even more unexpected was the response from my teacher when I asked when the fire had started.