{"id":5643,"date":"2016-03-28T05:15:13","date_gmt":"2016-03-27T23:45:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/13.201.39.237\/?p=5643"},"modified":"2016-03-28T05:15:13","modified_gmt":"2016-03-27T23:45:13","slug":"how-the-music-i-once-associated-with-love-turned-into-a-trigger-for-my-trauma","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/13.207.105.184\/?p=5643","title":{"rendered":"Kehna Hi Kya: How the Music I Once Associated with Love Turned into a Trigger for My Trauma"},"content":{"rendered":"\nI<\/span> heard AR Rahman\u2019s voice on the radio while I was stuck in New Delhi\u2019s traffic, and suddenly, I gasped for breath. \u201cDil Se<\/a>\u201d, a song that used to fill me with warmth and love, made me start shivering. There was a sudden lump in my chest, I began sweating profusely in the winter chill. My UberPool co-passengers were first puzzled, and within minutes I could sense their discomfort. The woman sitting next to me asked, \u201cWhat happened?\u201d\u00a0<\/em>\n\nI didn\u2019t have an answer to that question, for her or for myself. \u201cWhat\u201d was enormous. I did not know where to begin, how deep to delve.\n\nJust a mention of Rahman pushed me into a black hole of memories. It all began at the onset of winter last year when my former partner<\/a> was visiting my apartment. Despite our separation, I was helping him out financially, due to some residual affection I had for him \u2014 buying him dinner and drinks every now and then. He was the one who had introduced me to Rahman\u2019s music. Love, he, and Rahman\u2019s music were inseparable to my mind. Losing one meant losing the other as well. That\u2019s what I firmly believed.\n\nWhen he visited that night, we got into an argument. He was a few beers down and wanted to leave. I tried to stop him because I didn\u2019t want to him to drink and drive. While I was trying to calm him down, he pushed me with all his strength against the wall. Yet concerned about his safety I gathered myself, requesting him to stay back.\u00a0 He pushed me again, this time against the door. I could feel the plastic hooks mounted on the door poking painfully at the back of my head. He stomped toward me and pushed me again to the side. I did not have the strength to get up and block the door. I did what came to my mind at that moment \u2013 I held on to his feet. He tried kicking to get his feet free, but I did not let go until he gave up. He stayed but my dignity left me.\n\nI have always considered myself a staunch feminist<\/a>, an independent woman and there I was holding on to the feet of a man, begging him to stay after he assaulted me. The episode impacted me in more ways than I could imagine. My confidence plunged because of which I\u00a0 put up with emotional manipulation in my other relationships. The low self-respect pushed me to take undeserved crap from my seniors at work. I didn\u2019t think that I deserved any better. I thought I was a complete disappointment because I was not only letting myself down but also my therapist<\/a>, who was treating me for Borderline Personality Disorder. Even after spending money and time, I was making no progress.\n\n

Love, my former partner, and Rahman\u2019s music were inseparable to my mind.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\nWhat was worse was that the memories of the night would come back to haunt me each time I was left alone with my thoughts. I often turned to music, especially Rahman, during moments of distress. But now Rahman reminded me of that fight and the violence<\/a>. The music that I took refuge in had turned into a trigger. Every time I listened to Rahman I recoiled.\n\nYou always think of music as cathartic. But among survivors of violence, it is common to stop listening to songs, watching films, or recreating certain experiences because of their association\u00a0 with traumatic memories. Objects, sounds, visuals, smells that have no traumatic nature of their own often set off survivors because of their coincidental association with trauma<\/a>. It is extremely difficult when things which are meant to comfort you join the plethora of triggers. It feels like the list of places you could take refuge in keeps on shrinking.\n\nPsychologists have studied the relation between music and memories extensively. A study titled \u201cThe neural architecture of music-evoked autobiographical memories\u201d<\/a>, published in the renowned Neuroscience journal Cerebral Cortex in 2009, stated that while conducting brain mapping of participants listening to music, specific brain regions associated with autobiographical memory were found to be stimulated by familiar music. Petr Janata, the author of the study and Associate Professor of Psychology at UC Davis explains, \u201cWhat seems to happen is that a piece of familiar music serves as a soundtrack for a mental movie that starts playing in our head. It calls back memories of a particular person or place, and you might all of a sudden see that person\u2019s face in your mind\u2019s eye. Now we can see the association between those two things \u2014 the music and the memories.\u201d This aspect of music\u2019s impact on brain is used in treating music as therapy for diseases like dementia<\/a> and Alzheimer\u2019s but similarly can act as a trigger to bring back the memories of trauma associated with the music.\n\nSeeing my struggle to forget what happened, my therapist made a particularly strange suggestion. Instead of forgetting, she asked me if I could revisit the memory. But she didn\u2019t want me to recall the incident as a victim<\/a>, but as an external observer, a third person present at the scene.\n\n

I felt sorry for myself, and I put the blame where it was due \u2013 on the abusers.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\nIt wasn\u2019t easy, and it took several sessions, but her advice was the beginning of an interesting process. Slowly, I started looking at all the violence I had been subject to as an external observer, and for the first time in my life, I didn\u2019t blame myself. I felt sorry for myself, and I put the blame where it was due \u2013 on the abusers. And with it, came the sudden overwhelming feeling of self-love<\/a>. I did not know I had that much love left in me, or that I could dispense it for myself.\n\nIt took me a few months to start listening to Rahman again, but I did. I worked hard to understand that though my ex<\/a> was the one to bring Rahman into my life, they weren\u2019t the same. I saw them as the same because I thought of him and only him as the physical embodiment of love in my life. He wasn\u2019t. Rahman indeed meant love, and that love was embodied in me and whoever I wanted to see it in.\n\nEventually I severed all contact with the man who abused me. I started reconnecting with people who were supportive of me, who appreciated my presence in their lives, people who did not treat me as a cash dispenser. I also fell in love \u2014 conditional love \u2014 on Tinder<\/a>. And every now and then I sing Rahman to my partner.\n\n\u201cDil to aakhir dil hai na,\nMeethi si mushkil hai na?\u201d<\/em>\n\nRahman means love to me, once again.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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