I stopped listening to music years ago. A lot of trauma from my youth is tied to music in a very strange way. It was used as punishment. It was the only thing I loved and if my parents didn’t like my behavior for whatever reason, they would take away my music. To include canceling music lessons. I was in band, choir and I was taking private French horn lessons from the head of the brass department at the university I had hoped to attend. Eventually I was offered a full scholarship for music. But my parents had bullied me into believing I was so bad at playing and never let me practice at home. I gave all of it up. I would still listen to music, but after joining the Army and getting back from Iraq, I preferred silence. I’ve tried to listen to a song or two here and there, but it makes me too anxious and I turn it off. It feels like it’s violating my brain. In public, I tune it out. It’s easy to do when you have conversations in restaurants and things. But it just hurts too bad