Sometimes a moment sneaks up and turns into magic. Today, my bed called to me—and I answered. Not with sleep. With bouncing. The mattress had just the right spring. I started jumping, not even thinking why. And suddenly, a word was echoing in my head over and over: “Trios.” Over and over. Trios. Trios. Trios. I don’t even speak French, but somehow it became part of the rhythm. Every bounce matched the beat of the word. I let it happen. I bounced. I giggled. I said “trios” again and again until it all became this perfect stim moment. My whole body vibed with joy. It didn’t need to make sense. It just needed to feel right. And it did. Why it matters: Because I didn’t fight the stim. I didn’t question the loop. I just let myself be autistic, free, and happy in my own body. That’s what regulation can look like—pure joy. Let’s hear it for beds that bounce, words that loop, and moments that remind us we are allowed to feel good.

Lately, one word has been stuck in my head. Not in a scary way, not even in an anxious way—just... there. Over and over again: Trios. I don’t speak French. I’m not trying to count in another language. But “Trios” keeps looping like a quiet song inside me. It’s echolalia—something a lot of autistic people experience. Our brains sometimes get fixated on certain sounds or words, not because they make sense, but because they feel right. And honestly? I’ve decided to claim it. Trios is now my stim word. It’s soft, smooth, rhythmic. It rolls off the tongue like a gentle stream. It doesn’t jab or scratch like some words do. It’s calming, comforting, kind of mysterious. It feels like something magical. I don’t need to explain why it’s stuck. I don’t need to justify it. That’s the beauty of autistic brains—we experience the world through sound, rhythm, pattern. And sometimes, a word just clicks. So I wrote a song about it. I turned “Trios” into something powerful—a grounding spell when things g...