(Note: Burnt bunny. Sarcasm. Hurts so bad it had to come out this way.)

Hi. It’s me. The Easter Bunny.

Sorry I’m late. Got sidetracked at Lady Gaga’s VIP tent at Coachella and then let an autistic teen do my taxes. (Honestly? He found three deductions I didn’t know existed.)

Somewhere around Day 3, Kathryn Morris’ twins egged me like MLB players. I deserved it—one, for calling them quirky.

I’ve been hopping through a lot of heavy lately. Social media scrolls that feel more like battlegrounds than baskets of joy. Words flying. Opinions clashing. Ruined my family dinner. And a speech that shook the autism community—again. The word “disease” has been shaken around in my bunny brain ever since.

So here I am, a little late (because spring break somehow turned into an impromptu autism beat poetry tour—ran into a few artists, couldn’t walk away), but right on time to remind us what this season is really about:

Resurrection. Rebirth. And radical re-connection.

Because here’s the truth—across severe needs and every shade of our spectrum:

We need each other.

The moms who lost sleep to therapies and side effects.

The dads doing midnight research on ingredients.

The aunts and uncles learning how to show up better.

The autistic kids and adults with lived experience—who heard that speech and felt dismissed, pathologized, or triggered all over again.

The self-advocates carving out their own language and path.

The families who have quietly spent every dime trying to heal what the system ignored.

You are not alone.

The Savants wasn’t built to play referee in a headline war.

We were built to connect the misfits, the makers, the mindbenders—on and off the spectrum—who are rewriting the playbook with you from the inside out.

We believe you.

We see the years you fought in silence.

And we know this is about more than one man’s mic—it’s about decades of unheard voices finally rising to the surface.

He pulled a Kanye.

No do-over speech is gonna fix it.

Roll out the dollars.

Not cuts to Easter baskets—cuts to the B.S.

The 25% with profound autism need real resources, real housing, real care.

This isn’t a soundbite.

It’s a life’s work—for families navigating profound autism, and for everyone else who still doesn’t have consistent accommodations, access, or dignity in public spaces.

So let’s put the eggs back in the grass for a second.

Let’s hold space for complexity and compassion.

Let’s bring the conversation home to what matters.

Our people. Our full spectrum. Our reason for staying in it.

With chocolate on my paws and hope in my heart,

— The Easter Bunny (on behalf of The Savants)

P.S. If you’re feeling cracked, that’s okay.

Some of the most beautiful things in this community have come from broken shells.