Please Stop Requesting my Presence at Your Inaccessible Academic Events
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Well, hi, itās just me here running MPoC. Iāll level with you. The last time I was invited to an academic conference, I was faced with the only accessible entrance of the building I was supposed to give my plenary presentation in being locked, when I arrived at the time it was listed for the speakers to set up. I was faced with either leaving, or basically reenacting the Capitol Crawl on the front steps of a lecture hall where I had been asked to speak on accessible academia/para-academic work via social media.*
This resulted in me attempting to return, in great pain, to my hotel room, but I was accosted by the event organizers on the sidewalk near the venue to be lectured on how much they REALLY cared about accessibility and how dare I, how the weekend had been nothing but problems, and how this was just the icing on the cakeā¦for them.
I ended up having to set down my belongings and setup equipment on the ground in front of me in order to stay standing long enough to receive my scolding for being inconveniently disabled, but I eventually just asked my companion to help if possible and went on my way, slowly shuffling out of scolding range until I got back to my hotel room.
After tearfully resting for 2 hours or so and girding my proverbial loins, I packed my things, skipped out on an already-paid-for-by-the-organizers 500 bucks a night hotel, and instead spent the rest of that day and night traveling for many, many hours across an international border and back to my home after not even giving the speech I had come so far to make. I was silent, because I had been silenced. I have been silent until now.
This might seem like an overreaction, but the locked accessible entrance came after questions Iād asked weeks before the conference about accessibility, locations, and relative distances (āwithin walking distanceā makes the assumption I CAN walk) between locations were treated as bizarre accusations;
after Iād spent my initial morning there wandering for literally hours (which is what put me in such bad shape by the next day) trying to find where I was supposed to register since I had neither been told nor did I have anyone to contact for information, directions, or questions;
after the only way I could get my schedule was by looking through a ridiculous program book with no āby speakerā index (just read it through and see if your name shows up!), and finding out I had been signed up to appear on several panels and Q&A session without even being consulted;
after Ā having to be taught what my roles were at events literally moments before performing them (and a great deal of misinformation being given me);
and after a day and a half of feeling lost, confused, terrified, and out of place in another country where I knew no one, feeling less sure of myself and increasingly wondering why the hell I had been invited there at all with every passing moment.
The icing on the cake for me was getting an email a week or so after the conference from the main organizer blaming me for the locked door because I had showed up ātoo earlyā, when I had definitely showed up exactly 30 minutes before my presentation as presenters had been requested by the program book to do. Apparently disabled presenters are only supposed to receive 15 minutes for setup because thatās equal access? Something something the venues fault; something something youād better not trash us on social media for this.
So, why am I telling you this, O well-meaning and benign requester of my presence?
Because this isnāt the first time this has happened, itās just the most recent, and my recent I mean this literally happened less than six months ago.
Because it seems like everyone wants my expertise, my words, my research, and my oh-so-precious marginalized perspective but they most certainly do NOT want to have my messy, inconvenient, chronically ill, DISABLED BODY at their academic events. This is exactly why I decided to stop becoming faculty in its tracks and went into Disability Services instead. Iād rather spend my time and energy helping student of the sort that I was navigate an incredibly hostile environment, which is what I did for years before they cut the funding for my entire sub-department and I was laid off.
Because Iād like it if people stopped casually soliciting my appearances when they have seemingly no desire for my problematic, inconveniently actual, physical presence in their precious academic spaces. I do in fact make appearances, but Iām really limiting my participation at this point to venues and events where I have been assured that my being able to actually participate isnāt some kind of unforeseeable burden and punishment to those who have to figure out what To Do About me.
And yes, this is on top of having to deal with the fact that people have sent threats and other Unpleasantness to events Iāve appeared at before, because apparently posting works of art online that feature and center people of color in European art history isnāt particularly popular with white supremacists, especially when done by a person of color. And yeah, Iāve had to file police reports because stalkers and harassers have followed me around at events (or threatened to show up at my old job). Thatās also in addition to having to deal with sexism, microaggressions, and people unprepared for the fact that Iām frigging POOR, and āwhat do you mean you canāt afford to come to the gastropub with us?ā
So, I get that you want my expertise and what I have to say, or the products of my research et cet, but what Iām telling you is youāre already getting that in a rather convenient form, and itās not even behind a paywall. Use it, take it, do what you want with it. Itās free, and you donāt have to offer a cent because all I ask is that those who can afford to do so might be interested in dropping a dollar in my tin cup so that those who canāt afford to do so can keep seeing new content and learning from discussions.
So yes, I am interested in attending conferences, but Iām not interested in having to launch a full scale multi-pronged team investigation into whether or not I can be expected to be treated like an actual human being while Iām there, or even be able to get to the damn pedestal you want to put me on. I canāt afford to be nice or polite about this anymore, Iām too tired, Iām too busy, and Iām too sincerely traumatized by it at this point. If you want me at Your Thing, do me a solid and just link to your accessibility and anti-harassment policies before even asking me to contact you about it, and if you donāt have them, donāt bother.
* In the interest of full disclosure, I did manage to get inside the building eventually in a rather humiliating fashion Iām not going to explain here, but by that time I was capable of two things: crying in public and having panic attacks.