Note to reader: I am using this space and place to post parts of a new slip-fiction novel series I am working on, Left Brain Right. The story of a young girl who hears voices. I will not be posting the whole story, but I will be posting practical tips when dealing with someone, or one’s own self, as they are going through traumatic experiences.
How today’s story excerpt can help you:
Theme: music can be medicine for the soul.
Tip: Use music to alter your moods. When you are sad or upset, don’t listen to sad or depressing music which keeps perpetuating the bad mood. Instead, find it’s opposite to wash it away. Whatever mood you don’t like feeling (tried) find the opposite music (energetic) in order to “change the channel” of your mood.
For more information, visit The American Music Therapy’s Website: www.musictherapy.org
Today’s Story Excerpt:
One thing I found that seemed to work for Michelle was manipulating the environment during our social work sessions. At first, one might assume her as being on the spectrum: sensory issues, lack of eye contact, limited verbal interactions, but further review of her records indicate that she was a “normal,” happy, healthy child from birth until the age of ten, when she experienced the death of her grandmother.
The beginning of our therapy sessions were minimally effective. I’d sit, try to get her to talk. She’d pull her knees to her chest, her hood over her head, and stare at her knees. She was good at sitting still and not moving. When our time was up, she’d unfurl and walk back to class without issue, if there were no other children in the hallways at the time.
One day, during our sessions, I noticed a head phone cord peeking out from behind the deep pocket of her oversized, navy hoodie. Technically students aren’t supposed to have any technology our district doesn’t provide for them, but whatever staff doesn’t see and know about, can’t be dealt with. I didn’t want to alarm her, so I asked a simple question,
“Do you like music?” It was the first time she made eye contact with me in over seven sessions. She actually nodded. “I noticed you have ear buds with you.” The eye contact was broken, and she pushed the cord deeper into the recesses of her pocket. “Don’t worry.” I paused, “I”m not going to say anything.” Eye contact was maintained once more. “I’d like to know what you listen to.” Another pause. Eye contact broken, but instead of it being directed at her knees, it was directed towards the ceiling. Her eyes squinted a bit and her brow furrowed as if she was trying to determine if she could actually trust me or not. I guess she decided that should could, for she pulled out her smart phone, unlocked it the the touch of her thumb, touched the screen face until she found what she was looking for, and handed it to me.
Most children her age listen to top-ten pop music, or if they are feeling more like an outsider Pierce the Vail or Lincoln Park. Her Sound Cloud was filled with classical music, mostly, Bach.