I finished reading a book yesterday. Big deal. Well it is for me. For some reason I have always struggled to read, it makes me tired and often restless. But a friend gave me this book and recommend I read it, so I did.
Instrumental is an autobiography by James Rhodes. It is awesome. It is awful. It is shocking. It is kind. It is full of pain. It is full of hope. Somehow, despite the most difficult of subject matter(s), it is beautiful. Read it.
It is a very honest and personal story of horrendous abuse as a child and the life long affects this has on every aspect of life. It is about how his love for classical music eventually begins the healing process, lifting him out of despair and periods of crippling mental ill health.
I feel not to say too much about the book, as it’s not my story, but urge you to read it.
As a counsellor I am most grateful for the book. Every day I sit with clients who have suffered the worst of abuse. I have not read any text book which comes close to the insights that James gives in Instrumental. It is easy to become accustomed and even desensitised to hearing difficult experiences, and sadly to miss the impact it has on an individual. We want to understand, but we often fall woefully short.
Instrumental leaves no room for misunderstanding of the grave impact that childhood abuse has on a person.
It does however leave the reader with a huge sense of hope, and it does this in such an impassioned way, that despite being a difficult read, it is also impossible to put down.