Todd George:  

Father of a Special Needs Child (Autism). He is my Heart. I am often defined as a: Gamer. Adventurer. Time Traveler. Movie Buff. Music Enthusiast. Conspiracy Theorist. Rebel. Politically NEUTRAL Constitutionalist who believes in NOTHING more and nothing less, than a Man's ability to provide for his family. Everything else is is trivial and therefore of zero value. As an Adult, I continue working hard everyday to raise my Autistic 4 year old to the best of my abilities so that he may continue to flourish into an amazing man, without fear and guilt. Two things that were used throughout my childhood as vicious weapons of dominance and control. He on the other hand, has been and always will be raised to love people unconditionally, and without judgment. I will raise him, with the ideal that you only judge people on the basis of the defining characteristics of their actions towards you, their visible aura, or the reverberation of that persons naturally occuring vibration. LOVE defeats all. He will be raised with that understanding. He will be a light in this world where there is none. WE are the Generation that will break the cycle, of the years of abuse that was swept under the rug, in the households of countless voiceless adolescent's. I'm talking about those of us who suffered in invisible silence as we were continuously ignored by those above us, who were supposed to be trained in psychology and adolescent behavior in order to protect us. The System failed so many of us, and removed our voices, and by doing so no one came to save us. Some of us, are no longer here to share their stories. Lies were the viel of truth. Sufferance was the face of a Dollar, and Isolation was the price of control. Most of you who will pass through here and recognize me, will probable have an immediately negative judgment based on whatever memories of me you may have. That's pretty unfortunate. Some of them may be true, most of them are probably false. I've heard the rumors, seen the stories, read the news paper clippings, that were blatant character assassination, and I have seen the various police reports. However, most of you probably don't know the truth. Any of it. If you know who I am: and you have questions. Then be an adult and ask me. I will answer, whatever you feel you that you either want, need, or feel that you have a right to know about any past events we have may have crossed paths over the course of. I will answer everything honestly. I don't care, because those years, are MY battle scars that have molded me into the amazing Father that I am today. The problem however... Lies in the fact that the Victorious are the only ones who write history. Especially when they are regarded as invincible, blemish free and "Untouchable" in the Professional community. Those WITHOUT a voice simply become the misunderstood and forgotten characters in cruel game's of Pass it On, and "He Said, She Said" rumor chains. I know who I was then. I know who I am now. Back then... Almost none of you knew who I was, nor did most of you even care. Some of you who did... would often even take advantage of my weakness, and put me through even more trauma and turmoil. I remember who you are. I will never forget. Know this: I am not that person anymore. Because I am no longer in hell. Let's start there. I don't get beat up in school anymore. I don't get viciously and vindictively abused at home anymore. I don't have to walk up to a teacher in elementary school ever again, and tell them that I am being abused at home. Simply to have them send me home to my abuser, who was an Untouchable manipulater. No one knew who I was, at Stone Bridge Elementary School. When I beat the crap out of Mike Paulzin, and Paul Ulrick in 3rd or 4th Grade. I did this because I walked in on both of them in the Stone Bridge Coat Room. Yes, the giant square one. They were pushing a Non-Verbal, Mentally and Physically Disabled friend of mine named Megan into the walls as hard as they could, while laughing, while she sat as she always had in her wheel chair frozen in place by a fear in her eyes that I will never forget. Ever. They probably don't even remember this. But I do. Because she was pretty much the only friend that I had at that time. How they got her away from teachers, I will probably never know. It only shows the true character of the pure evilness of their hearts. If one day I find myself there... I promise a...Expand for more