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...