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Sociocultural Identities in Music Therapy
Barcelona Publishers
10231 Plano Rd.
Dallas TX 75238
Website: www.barcelonapublishers.com
SAN 298-6299
Joyu Lee, 李若萸, FAMI, MM, MT-BC, owner and founder of Music
and Your Mind, LLC, is a professional cellist and music therapist with
over 18 years of experiences in music therapy, cello performance,
music education, and arts administration. She specializes in Guided
Imagery and Music, music-focused relaxation, and anxiety, pain, and
depression treatment and management. Joyu currently works at
UNC Health in Chapel Hill, NC, primarily working with teens and
young adults with eating disorders and in mental health.
Location of Self
Exploring Me Through a Culturally Sustaining Lens:
A Whole Lot of Black Backs Made Bridges
Embarking on an Intentional Practice of Critical
Cultural Reflexivity
If Not a Culturally Sustaining Practice, Then What?
Implications
Point of Entry
Values, Identity, and Signature Theme
A Brown, Male Music Therapist in an Inpatient
Psychiatric Hospital
Summary and Implications for Music Therapists
Ethnomusictherapist
Only Americans Go to Therapy
Telling Fortunes
A Conversion Experience?
The Maligned, Wonderful Placebo
Introduction
The Experiences Developing My Sociocultural
Identities
Examples of Work in Which I Have Engaged
Ambiguous Ways to Communicate with People’s
Sociocultural Identities
Implications of Self-Reflection
Chapter 6. The Long Journey Toward Self-Acceptance:
Living As A Queer Transgender Music Therapist -
Spencer Hardy
Growing Up
Values and Beliefs
Stereotypes and Microaggressions
Privilege
Fear and Internalized Transphobia
Theoretical Orientation
Clinical Work and Self-Disclosure
The Empowerment of Queer Youth
Intersectionality
Supporting Diversity Within the Music Therapy Field
Conclusion
On the Tracks
My Identity Formation
My Foundational Values
Becoming Aware
Resisting Defensiveness and Acknowledging Bias
Learning and Unlearning
Receiving and Witnessing Truth
A Lifelong Endeavor
In Conclusion
Chapter 8. Comfortably “Unknowing”: Maintaining
Equilibrium as a Minority in a Minority Profession -
Natasha Thomas
In Summary
Early Beginnings
Music Therapy and Identity
On Privilege
Conclusion
Tributaries of My Stream
Like a Fish in Water
A Brook with No Stream
Swimming In and Out of Different Schools
The River Running Through It
Chapter 12. “El Closet es Para el Ropa...”: Music
Therapist, Coming “Aut” - Jessica Leza
Chapter 13. What Could I Do Better?: Failing Again and
Again - Maevon Gumble
Who Am I?
Entering the Field of Music Therapy
Questions for Ongoing Interrogation of Ethical
Practice
Questioning My Professional Work
Conclusion
Apparent Incongruities
Learning My Value and My Values
My College Years
Constant Code-Switching
Signature Themes
Integrating the Apparent Incongruities
Just Being Me Is Enough
Footnotes
INTRODUCTION
Susan Hadley
she/her/hers
The idea for this book grew out of a final paper I assigned, in 2016,
to the first group of graduate students in the master of music
therapy program that I developed at Slippery Rock University. The
paper required each student to explore their sociocultural identity
formation at the intersections of race, gender, sexuality, disability,
body type, religion, language, and more. They were to explore the
values they absorbed in their formative years, overtly and covertly,
at home, in the media, and in the wider community. I asked them to
explore how their values shape, and are shaped by, various aspects
of their identity and how these values informed and inform their
understanding of themselves relationally. They were to explore
which aspects of their identities are most salient to them and which
are often unacknowledged. Furthermore, they were to consider
which aspects of other people’s identities appear salient to them and
which often go unnoticed. I asked them to share their process of
critical reflexivity in terms of their sociocultural identity, as well as
the relational dynamics in therapy based on the sociocultural
situatedness of the therapist and the client. Through their processes
of critical reflexivity, they were to share the benefits and challenges
they have experienced within the music therapy context.
Bruscia (2002) delineated this process of cultural reflexivity
almost two decades ago, writing:
Complexities of Timing
I attended only one school for all 13 years. It was a private parochial
school for girls. I started there not only because it was the only
school in the area that would take me at such a young age but also
because my mother taught in the high school—so this meant that I
could attend at a greatly reduced cost. A year after I began, my
father became the principal and my schooling became free for the
rest of my 12 years. Having my father as my principal from almost
as far back as I have memories means that I have been navigating
dual or multiple relationships for as long as I remember. Many of the
teachers at the school were also friends with my parents, so I would
engage with them socially. Some teachers were the parents of my
friends. I learned early on to adapt in each situation as needed.
Knowing these adults in multiple roles and circumstances brought
with it a richer perception of them as people.
After completing my undergraduate degree, I moved back to my
home state to introduce music therapy there. I developed part-time
music therapy programs in various facilities, taught cello at my
former school, and worked as a nursing assistant at a residential
facility for physically disabled people. At this facility, I held a variety
of positions. I worked as a nursing assistant, a physical therapy
assistant, and a music therapist. Again, I was in a context in which I
was navigating multiple relationships with the people who lived
there. After I had gotten to know them quite well, some of them
commented that I knew them more fully than most other people in
their lives. They said that most of the therapists really focused only
on specific needs related to their area of specialty—emotional,
physical, occupational—and that the nursing assistants took care of
their activities of daily living such as assisting them in the bathroom,
showering, dressing, and eating. Some of us also went out with
them in social contexts, like to the movies, shopping, out to dinner,
or out to bars to drink and listen to music. Given that I was involved
in each of these aspects of their lives, they commented on how I
knew them in their wholeness—emotionally, physically (not just in
terms of mobility, but very personal daily care routines), socially—
and not just a portion of them. Our understandings of each other
felt deep and complex.
In music therapy, as in many other therapies developed within a
Western sociocultural context, the importance of interpersonal
boundaries and avoiding dual or multiple relationships is stressed.
This is set in place to protect clients from harm. It is considered
ethical practice. My experiences throughout my life in navigating the
complexities of multiple relationships, while at times quite
challenging, have often led to rich and meaningful relationships,
often with greater depth than I sense would have occurred had
more rigid boundaries been set in place. This is not to deny that
without important levels of reflexivity, boundary-crossing comes with
risks and can cause great harm.
Complexities of Connecting Through
Music
Growing up, I was very close to my mother. She used to call me her
little Koala because I always wanted her to carry me. From my
perspective, my father seemed more distant emotionally. This was
not surprising, given that he went to boarding school at the age of
12. And his father had left his family in England at the age of 16 and
started a new life on his own in Australia.
My father was a gifted piano player from a young age, and
playing the piano was always central in his life. As a young child, I
learned violin and piano. I refused to continue on violin once I
shifted to a teacher whose teaching style I really disliked. I was then
given the choice to learn oboe or cello. I chose cello, and I had an
immediate deep connection with it. It is difficult to describe my
relationship with the cello, other than to say that when I played, it
felt like it was the sounding of my soul. Once I began playing cello at
the age of 12, my dad was my main accompanist. It seemed that
when we played together, we connected deeply and that emotional
distance was bridged. It is interesting to note that it was while
engaging in music that I first noticed and connected with my
spouse.
As a young cellist, I played in youth orchestras and I played a lot
of chamber music. I loved playing chamber music. It was a complex
mix of vulnerability, because of how exposed you are as the only
person playing your line, and intimacy, because of how deeply
connected all the players are.
For most of my youth, I dreamed of becoming a medical doctor,
specifically an obstetrician or “baby doctor” as I called it at the time.
I really wanted to assist in the process of bringing new life into the
world. At the age of 16, something shifted. At this point in my life,
there were several influences that shifted my thinking. My
relationship with music, through my cello playing and singing in
choirs, had grown very strong, but I knew I did not want to be a
performer (my pleasure was in playing with people, not performing
for people) or an educator (as so many in my family were teachers,
that was the last thing I wanted to do with my life!). I also
entertained the idea of becoming a social worker like my maternal
aunt, with whom I was very close. I decided that what I really
wanted to do was to work with youth who were living on the streets
and that the way I would form relationships with them would be
through engaging in music. Given that music was the main way I
connected with my father, perhaps it was a way I could reach out to
youth with whom it might otherwise be hard to connect. I imagined
myself becoming a music-based social worker. As I shared my dream
with some people, a violinist friend of mine who had attended the
Menuhin School, Guildhall, and Juilliard told me that it sounded like I
wanted to be a music therapist. I had never heard of such a thing.
He told me that it was something they taught in the United States
and the U.K. So, I had a goal: I would go overseas as a graduate
student to become a music therapist. After I shared this with my
maternal aunt, she informed me that an undergraduate program in
music therapy had recently started in Melbourne. It was the first
program in Australia. With that, my life path changed completely.
Here was an actual profession where I could make meaningful
connections with others through music. So, at the age of 17, I
moved from one side of Australia to the other—about 3,500 km
(over 2,000 miles)—to study music therapy.
My first clinical placement as a student was at a residential
facility for people who were labeled as severely to profoundly
physically and cognitively impaired. The people who resided in one
of the wards I visited could not communicate verbally, were unable
to ambulate, were unable to eat without assistance, and needed
others to dress them, shower them, and attend to other
fundamental daily needs that they could not do unassisted. Many of
them spent much of the day with their hands in their mouths,
regurgitating their saliva. I remember feeling repulsed by the smell
that this created in the space. At the time, I also experienced a lot of
tension about the meaning of human existence. I wondered what life
was like for each of them and what would make it meaningful. I
thought that if these were not human beings but other animal
species, they would have been left to die or killed. I wondered
whether what I was doing was meaningful for them. For me, what I
valued in myself was tied into things I could do that would
distinguish me from others. My perceived value of myself was also
tied into how I was in relationship with others. I wasn’t observing
these things reflected in the lives of people sitting isolated, being
stimulated by the sensation of regurgitation. I decided that perhaps
it would be meaningful for them to experience another form of
sensation through hearing and feeling the vibrations of music, as
well as experiencing gentle human touch—not as a means of
performing tasks of daily living skills, but as an affirmation of our co-
existent humanity. It was a difficult first clinical experience because I
was not getting affirmation that what I was providing was
meaningful for those with whom I was engaging. I had to attune to
people whose sociocultural locations were quite different from mine.
In time, I learned to attune to different forms of connection through
music and different forms of communicating that connection.
Complexities of Independence
Complexities of Patriarchy
Growing up, I did not notice my race. However, when I first moved
to Philadelphia, my whiteness was suddenly salient to me. On my
first day of graduate school at Temple University, I got onto a
crowded bus at 26th and Girard and looked around to find a seat.
They were all taken. I put my arm up and held on to the strap for
support. As I took in my surroundings, I was suddenly acutely aware
that I was white. I felt hypervisible for the first time in my life. Of
course, I’d been white all my life, but now I was much more aware
of my whiteness. Here I was, living in a predominantly African
American neighborhood, the only white person on the bus, no longer
surrounded by a familiar sea of whiteness.
Moving to a predominantly Black neighborhood in Philadelphia
meant that, for the first time in my life, I was in the racial minority.
In my new neighborhood, I was constantly aware of the color of my
skin. I felt that negative assumptions were being made about me
based purely on my skin color, and I felt angry that I was not being
seen for the person I felt I was. At the time, I thought this gave me
empathy for those who were so often in the minority. However, what
I came to learn was that even though I was temporarily in the
minority for those moments, I was in a larger society that privileges
whiteness. In the wider world, whiteness is the norm against which
standards of beauty, achievement, and morality are judged. Racial
depictions on magazine covers, television, the news, radio, and films
only confirmed that. In politics, stores, my music and other classes,
and the textbooks I read, the subtleties of whiteness were
embedded in many forms. I have witnessed countless ways in which
my whiteness affords me unearned advantages, while people of
color are systemically disadvantaged.
While studying and working in Philadelphia, I met my husband,
who is African American. George questioned many of my
assumptions, and our relationship expanded—and continues to
expand—my perspectives in countless ways. He bought me books on
feminism; he challenged my definition of racism; he asked how
music therapists understand the concept of the self; we discussed
the therapeutic relevance of rap and hip-hop; he asked how music
therapists were responding to social issues of the day; he asked how
music therapists address racial dynamics. I didn’t feel equipped to
answer many of these questions, as I had not really grappled with
them on a sustained level. In our conversations, challenging systems
of privilege, especially in terms of race, was so constant that one
day I said, “Can we have a break from talking about this just for a
little while?” I remember his response vividly. It was a mark of my
privilege to ask such a question, he said—my survival did not hinge
on challenging the system of white supremacy. I continue to learn
and struggle with this and so many other ways in which the world
reveals itself to me in different ways than it does to others.
Through our relationship and our regular conversations about
race, I have become significantly more aware of the dynamics of
whiteness, racialization, and racism. Being in an interracial
relationship has opened me up to a whole new way of perceiving the
world. I found myself in more honest conversations about race. I
made and continue to grow from what may be perceived as
mistakes, and I am open to them as opportunities for growth. I
began to realize how unaware I was regarding the dynamics of race.
There were many times when I felt and sometimes still feel, over 25
years on, defensive. There are times still when I want a break from
thinking and talking about race. But that is coming from a standpoint
of whiteness. I can’t afford not to think about race. We have five
sons who need me to be aware all the time.
Looking back, I cannot remember an emphasis on culture in any
of my music therapy training. In my graduate studies in music
therapy, there was a focus on psychotherapy, which does emphasize
that there are aspects of our unconscious that impact how we
respond, that our past influences our present, and that in order for
our interpersonal relationships to flourish, we need to address
intrapersonal dynamics. We were encouraged to have therapy
sessions ourselves to gain greater awareness so that we could
reduce the ways that our personal issues limit our freedom in the
therapeutic relationship, hindering the therapeutic alliance.
However, seldom if ever was our sociocultural situatedness
emphasized in this reflexive process. In my doctoral studies in the
psychoeducational processes program, I took courses that began to
address some of these issues, such as a human diversity course in
which I explored my sociocultural situatedness; a narrative inquiries
course that expanded my concepts of “truth” and concepts of “the
self” through postmodern interpretive frameworks; courses focused
on field theories and social processes that were tied into group
process and social conflicts that were occurring in the world; a
course on concepts of education that introduced me to Andrew
Hacker’s book Two Nations: Black and White, Separate, Hostile,
Unequal; and a course on marriage and family therapies that
expanded my understandings of systems theories. These all revealed
the complexities of culture intrapersonally, interpersonally, and
internationally.
Complexities of Norms
Complexities of Pedagogy
References
Marisol S. Norris
she/her/hers
The bridge
I must be
Is the bridge to my own power
I must translate
My own fears
Mediate
My own weaknesses
I must be the bridge to nowhere
But my true self
And then
I will be useful
—Donna Kate Rushin
Minerva.
‘What kind of severity do you prepare for that
miserable man?’
Ajax.
‘I propose to lash his back with a scourge till
he dies.’
Minerva.
‘Nay, do not whip the poor Wretch so cruelly.’
Ajax.
‘Give me leave, Minerva, to gratify, on this
occasion, my own fancy; he shall have it, I do
assure you, and I prepare no other punishment
for him.’