Music triggers

I mentioned in a previous post how music can trigger good or bad memories. I’m sure that most people can relate to this. Today a song played during the closing credits of a TV programme and it triggered an old memory. The song was “Shout” by Tears for Fears. Listening to that song took me back to the summer of 1985 in Italy, when I was 7. A young Italian boy there didn’t speak English but he knew the lyrics to that song and he kept singing over and over:

“Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without”

The lyrics are rather poignant and it’s ironic how the boy didn’t understand what he was singing. That boy was another one of the poor children who suffered at the hands of my abusive uncle.

The point I’m trying to make with this post is that survivors don’t constantly live in the past, however, there are things that may happen in our everyday lives that force us to remember the times that weren’t so nice. Many of us have memories that have been repressed for many years and suddenly one tiny event can trigger a memory to come to the forefront of our mind. Although this may be painful, I believe that having new memories is positive and can help us to reflect, release and come to terms with the things that happened to us. The lyrics to the song say it all “let it all out”.

Comments

  1. deeps13 December 2012 at 04:41

    Somehow some memories just don’t vanish from ourselves… them just remain dormant and it just requires a triggering to pop up.. music can be one such trigger like you said..
    Great post…

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  2. Anonymous15 December 2012 at 01:53

    I remember that song . . . painful memories are not easy to forget even though you may want to.

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  3. Just Be Real18 December 2012 at 19:16

    Dear one I am sorry that you were triggered by that song. Cooler weather has an affect on me as well. Bringing up the past. Hugs to you.

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  4. Paola19 December 2012 at 13:00

    Thank you for all your comments, makes me feel a little less alone.

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