I'm currently doing an intake form for the pain clinic that does surgical procedures and I think it's hilarious (in a bad and awful way) that we still give these pain questionnaires to people like they 1) are somehow neutral; 2) aren't written from an abled perspective of pain
I see you, questionnaires, trying to elicit a particular narrative from me.
"Patient note: I've opted not to complete these particular questionnaires for X reasons, I'm happy to discuss my relationship to pain and illness more at our intake session!" is a phrase I just annotated this with.
If there is anything that I know from my research on testimony, trauma, and narrative, it is how carefully and how thoughtfully one has to articulate one's pain. Don't be too emotional, but also not too nonchalant. Don't sound rehearsed, but don't be too scattered.
And every time I have to fill out these kinds of forms, I just feel a deep sense of annoyance (and anger, to be honest) about the kinds of narratives these questions not only presume, but actively try to shape.
I think about (physical) pain much in the same way I think about (psychic) trauma, which is to say that we ought not to confuse the difficulty of narrating experience with the refusal to do so, esp. given the harm of the narrative structures that are often made available to us.
I'm thinking about @MCHammer noting that "when you measure, include the measurer." I know I am being doubly-measured: first by the pain questionnaire and then again by the person evaluating my responses to it. I feel outclassed by the measurement and by the measurers.
I'm filling out some of the questionnaires on this intake form because while I've had a reprieve from the pain, my neck's gonna hurt more again soon most likely, and I'm tired of that shit and I need help. But I'm still annoyed...theoretically and practically.
Also: can we talk about how visual analogue scales are weird? I keep thinking about how my face isn't at all a "tell" for pain, but it's the way my body shifts and curls around pain. It's the way I start to press my cold hand against my hot neck. It's how I shift in my chair.
It's not just because I've had years of pretending to not be in pain or discomfort, but also because living with daily pain has also created many different vectors of emotional and physical experiences of pain.
I often look bored or annoyed when I'm in a lot of pain, not grimacing.
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"'Inclusive excellence' is a way to maybe offer kinder or gentler exclusion, or a less transparent exclusion. But the category of excellence is still going to retain its ideological agenda until we confront it on a systematic, everyday, concrete basis." - Dr. Roderick Ferguson
(This is from Dr. Ferguson's #DiversityAtKU talk - couldn't fit the hashtag in this first Tweet!)
As I'm listening to Dr. Ferguson's talk I'm thinking about these current cluster hires for Black faculty (like at McMaster University, where I recently held a postdoc), and how universities talk endlessly about Black excellence but haven't even made commitments to Black life.
I wonder for how many other scholars who have taken time away from their research (or from whom research time has been taken away) there is a significant forgetting of what you know. I can't name a lot of what I read anymore. I feel, often, like I would be embarrassed to teach.
In the five years since I finished my PhD, I have not done research for many reasons. First, because I was unemployed and too worried about money - for a while my only income was poorly-paid marking at a local college - to even think or write or read.
And then, I had a non-academic job, and I commuted three hours round-trip each day for it. At one point, I worked four days a week at that job and then commuted out to UBC to write sometimes, since I still knew grad students in the department.
Can't wait to quote MC Hammer in my (hopefully eventual) MSc thesis one day. I am also working on risk of bias assessments of clinical trials today so am as always thinking about the broader ecosystem of judgment and knowledge-creation in which we do scientific work...
Which is to say that my thinking about questions about truth and certainty and reliability in the humanities (and the systems of power and relation in which they circulate) is what drives my interest in the sciences as well, and why I care so much about evidence synthesis.
This morning/afternoon, I'm attending a symposium on automation for systematic reviews, and the questions of who creates the automation and what underlying philosophies or assumptions we use to automate synthesis (as with any form of automation) are deeply important!
I had such a great morning, then didn't realize how badly I was overheating in a shower, and just spent two hours out cold in my bed. I'm downing a ton of salt now. I think...I think this is the hardest part of chronic illness. Every day can be so unpredictable. #Dysautonomia
As I said to some folks in this morning's writing group, I'm re-learning to write in a sustained fashion when my health is worse than it was 6 years ago, when I was writing my dissertation. I still wrongly assume my baseline is "healthy" rather than "presently symptom-free."
I love the illusion of cure, and I won't say my attachments to it are entirely maladaptive. In a good run of days, sometimes weeks, I could really believe that the new roofing or the re-tiled hallway of the house that is my body somehow negates the slowly crumbling foundation.
I woke up this morning trying to think through my feelings of envy around PhD admissions and TT job announcements, and I realized that it's much less about wishing I could do another PhD or have a TT job as it's about how academia has no space for independent scholars.
Or very little, anyway. I'm thinking about the restrictions on summer theory schools and intensives, about fellowships that are about wanting faculty with existing affiliations to spend time at another institution, and it's just like...it doesn't have to be this way?
So yeah, when you have a stale PhD but want to keep learning, pivoting fields, and trying to make time to get writing done, I don't think the envy around people newly-admitted to PhD programs or getting TT jobs is entirely unreasonable. (I think.)
Whenever I see postdoc ads, I still click on them. And then I see that they have a 5-year limit on PhD freshness and I both laugh and cry. Especially when these are for Black and/or Indigenous scholars! And in this pandemic time? *sucks teeth*
There is a real sharpness to this violence of time and expired use value, not just of the ideas but of the bodies and the communities in which those ideas circulate, live, ferment. I am thinking about how this lives along the ideas of “Black excellence” in universities.
As a trauma theorist and memory studies scholar I just would please like a shirt that says my graduation year on it and then the word “BELATED” in all-caps and a loud font, but my point is, time isn’t neutral and I am not surprised how institutional time is further hardening