There’s a storm no one wants to talk about. It isn’t COVID. It doesn’t make headlines, and there are no government mandates, no daily case counts on the evening news. But it’s quietly rewriting the future of our country — and we’re letting it happen.
Autism has reached levels unlike anything in recorded history. Not just a rise. Not a trend. An explosion.
We’re not talking about a few more diagnoses here and there. We’re talking about a generation. A generation of children — bright, beautiful, innocent — whose lives are being rerouted before they even begin. Families are being stretched to the breaking point. Schools are overwhelmed. And the silence from those in power? Deafening.
This isn’t just a public health crisis. It’s something far more chilling: a national emergency that has been swept under the rug for decades.
What makes this even more horrifying is the part no one wants to admit: autism is preventable. That’s not a fringe idea. That’s a fact we should’ve faced twenty years ago. We had the technology. We had the research. But something — or someone — kept those answers out of reach.
Why?
Ask yourself: Who benefits from a confused, distracted, dependent population? Who profits from lifetime diagnoses? Who controls the narrative that says, “Nothing to see here”?
The truth is, the cost of this crisis dwarfs anything we saw during COVID. Financially, emotionally, spiritually — it’s not even close. This isn’t just about data. It’s about children who will never speak. Parents who will never hear “I love you.” Families who will never sleep through the night again.
And yet, still, no answers. Just endless studies. Endless funding. Endless delay.
It’s not ignorance anymore. It’s negligence. Maybe worse.
This isn’t fearmongering. It’s a wake-up call.
Because if we don’t start asking the hard questions now, the next generation won’t be asking anything at all.
