My name is Anna Détári, I was born and raised in Hungary, and lived there ever since. Music entered my life quite early: at the age of 3 I found a recorder at home, and the next thing my parents heard were the Beatles songs they listend to, and the music of the TV commertials – played by me, with perfect rhythm and notes – so they tell me.
They looked at each other and said: the kid should probably learn music. And so I did.
First piano, from the age of 6, and later flute, which became my ultimate love.
Long story short, I became the number one favorite at my teacher’s class, and also a cherished student at the school. I won a few competitions, played a lot of concerts, and I decided to be a flutist. And not just any flutist, not me! I decided to be the best ever.
Becoming a professional musician, and laying the foundations for MFD
I won an audition to a very special high school, the Kodály School, which specialized itself on classical music, and started the life of a professional musician. As most of us, I collected a lot of very bitter memories as well as good ones, and had a teacher who decided that the best way to teach me was pointing out all my mistakes all the time, in a very mean way, and never ever praise me. And I wanted to be so good, I still wanted to be the best, and I worked so hard! But it was never enough for her. As I look back now, the foundation of my focal dystonia was laid down than, changing my mindset about playing the flute.
I was accepted to the Franz Liszt Academy, and later to the University of Pécs, had some pretty amazing teachers, started to build up a career as a soloist, but always carrying something I like to call the „not good enough” feeling.
Unusual feelings in the embouchure
In 2010 after a set of very successful concerts (mostly contemporary solos) I found myself tired, and – unlike me – I couldn’t make myself work and practice, I just didn’t feel like it, I didn’t care. But the concerts kept coming and I played them all, until I got invited to play two concerts in the Valley of Arts, which is a quite famous festival in Hungary.
After the first one I had some very unusal feelings in my embouchure, like I couldn’t control it well enough. I told myself that the reason was the lack of practice (although I still practiced 1-2 hours a day at that point), so I played sound building exercises and scales before the next concert. It went well enough, but some of my delicate pianos were ruined by this growing sense of discomfort in my lips.
Full blown focal dystonia
When I went back home, I decided I needed a break. I closed the flute case, went on holiday, and opened it a week later to start to practice to my concerts in the fall. But in that week, my embouchure simply disappeared. I couldn’t play a single note. My upper lip curled forward and out, and I simply couldn’t move it the way I wanted to.
I have no words to describe the distress of the next couple of weeks. First I told myself that I’m only tired, and it’s going to go back on track in a few days. But it didn’t. I started to practice hard, try to produce a note, one single note, worked on and on for hours, but the lips did the same thing: curled out, and gave no sound. I was forced to cancel my concerts, one by one. I had no idea what was going on.
No medical solution
In the first year I visited several doctors, dentists, neurologist, all the specialist I could think of. No one knew what was going on (luckily, because if they did, they would most probably tell me it’s not curable), and I had no one to turn to. For a long time I was too bewildered to think clearly, but after the first year I started to form an idea about this illness.
Figuring out the problem, and the solution
I was able to talk, to whistle, to blow into any other instrument (formed quite a decent trumpet embouchure for a flutist 🙂 ), so I decided that my muscles and nerves were okay. I figured that it must be deeply emotional and physical, so I started to search for the reasons, the problems and pains connected to the flute. At the same time I started to work on a theraphy for myself, which included yoga, meditaion, visualization, and of course many of exercises on the flute itself.
It took me four years, working mostly alone, with little help from healthy flutist friends, but I nursed my embouchure back to health. The last concert I gave before my focal dystonia was on the 28th of July, 2010. The next solo recital I played was on the 12th of September, 2014. Now, looking back on all this time, I say it was worth it. Not only did I get my playing back, but I also was able to form a better and healthier idea of myself, the flute and my playing. And through the special practicing, analyzing, reading and thinking I achieved a level of consciousness in playing which I never had before, and as a result my playing improves every single day.
In 2015 I decided to write down my story and try to find and help others with focal dystonia. My therapy seemed as a good starting point, but I started to search the internet for more information. I found this homepage, and contacted Jon straight away. Our therapies are very much alike, but I still learned loads from him as we shared our ideas on TSFD. I hope that together we can offer more help to TSFD sufferers to regain their playing.
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