January 25, 2023

Time. Money. Resources. Pick (n)one.

Large poster with a black background and white text reading Would you be my friend?, all in lower case. The poster is stuck on a white horizontal stripe of a blue construction site wall/barrier. Just to the left of the vinyl poster is a metal construction fence up against the wall amd in front of a security company poster, also stuck to the wall.
would you be my friend?

I have struggled most as an artist and parent. Living on a single income, with twice the expenses, limits what I can do and where. I can only travel for research if the boy can come along, and has something to occupy him. The same goes for residencies. Otherwise, I'll be endlessly interrupted. Difficult enough for anyone doing mentally and emotionally complex work; exponentially so as a single parent with learning differences. Because I have a processing disorder (as does the boy), I need to live near where I am working/researching. I need more time, which costs money. And the cost of even occasional childcare is prohibitive, let alone regular care. Travel and compartmentalization is fragmentation, causing sanity, time, and financial problems. Again, exponentially even more so with a learning difference. This is in part why my work rejects the artificial division of life, work, family, and environment. And why my practice is integrated, so I can survive and work. Not just survive, thrive. I know, just by the demographics of people who are parents, and people with disabilities, that I am not the only one.

Yet, my refusal to compartmentalize was precisely the University's problem. And is why their pulling funding for my research after an ultimatum was such a heavy blow. It meant that in order to work I either had to accept no funding, or fragmentation. Which would impede my work, and my well-being. Not to mention cause our little family strife and distress. In essence, a policy that funding recipients "normally" (what is normal?) would be "living within committing distance of the University", whatever that means, created a situation unnecessarily untenable. And for what? Ego. Fear. So they bully, gaslight, commit perjury*; anything and everything with their power as an institution to do the wrong thing.

Because, doing the right thing is hard. Very hard. Institutions are structured to process people and standardize output. With pressure to "produce knowledge". Knowledge is not something that can be "produced". We don't make knowledge. We can't make something that already exists. Much like how Columbus "discovered" "America", to think we can is arrogant and naive. Knowledge is something we reveal, uncover, find, and often relearn. Like how to work and learn inclusively. With a production process as a metaphor, universities are destined to exclude all who can not or will not keep to the production line. Ask any factory worker how that goes. Stick to this metaphor and fail miserably at inclusion and diversity. And the contemporary University does, fail to include all. Contrary to their claims.

But what is the alternative? The forgotten, the unknown, is scary. Restructuring higher education for learning and growth, for care, has not been done. No institution in living memory has, if ever. And would take an enormous mind shift of what learning and education are for, and for whom.

And yet, there might be hope...

Critically examining every bit of what we do, how, and why is exhausting, and often not in the least bit pretty. Not-so-flattering things come to light, painful awful things that we will need time and hard work to heal. The first step? Listening deeply to the lived experiences of others, accepting that needs truly can and do differ... and that we can and should do all we can to ensure we all have what we need. I know it's daunting. And absolutely impossible in the current knowledge production model. It takes one person, and then another, and then another, and then another to stand up and insist on doing things better. To insist on care, in all aspects of our lives, especially in learning. Because learning can be a source of healing, healing the very trauma that education and universities have perpetrated, mostly unwittingly. Then we reach a tipping point. And that one brave soul, the first follower is the catalyst of the much-needed next phase in social evolution, a sustainable society. Care is the wise path forward, can we all be first followers? Yes. Yes, we can.

*I am wrestling with the question of whether I should post the evidence as part of this performance of being real. Artistically, yes. Ethically, unclear. If the goal is compassion and healing, maybe not. So, stay tuned...

July 3, 2022

Working with my processing disorder (and my process)

Neurodiversity and process

I process life and information slowly and deeply (processing disorder).

Numbers and time are meaningless to me (dyscalculia).

I have routines and am hyper-organized to overcome the difficulty of keeping on top of the day-to-day. Because I have no sense of time. And because doing more than one thing at a time, dealing with more than one input at a time, is like turning a fire hose on me. So I use pattern thinking to predict what will happen so that I don’t get overwhelmed, to keep on track. And I do one thing at a time, one thing very very well at a time. My brain is beautifully messy. Adding to that a mess on the outside just sends me into overload. And me in overload, is. not. pretty. Hot desking, open office plans, ARGH!

I consume massive amounts of disparate information, that takes me several passes and iterations to fully absorb, to understand how the pieces fit together. I need to understand the whole to be able to understand the pieces, to then turn information into actionable insights. Sadly much education and research is structured around understanding specific pieces rather than connecting and understanding them in the context of the larger whole. The time it takes me means that we'll be having long-running conversations. Because I've been mulling over and processing what was said the entire time in between. I'm still in a conversation with a friend about the value of vocals in music from 15 years ago.

Going deep, processing slowly, means that context switching is not seamless. Transitions take me time. Sometimes, ok often, they are not fun. For anyone. I will miss information, what was said, and... getting pulled out of my mental flow is like being blindsided by a Mack Truck. A shock to the system and not pretty. With a bit of warning, I can swerve.

Being put on the spot is one of my worst nightmares. Unless I’ve had time, and several passes within iterations, to absorb all the information I need… and am currently in the mental zone of whatever topic want me to speak eloquently on…. I’m going to panic. And fail. I have very little working memory and often say the wrong words out loud when the right ones are in my brain all along. The words “she said it was a breeze” might come out of my mouth when in my head it was "she said it was torture". In writing, words get left out and typos are made. And I won't catch them until the 3rd or 4th -ish re-reading. Autocorrect actually makes this worse.

When the world moves at a pace closer to life’s natural rhythms (I grew up on a farm), when the expectations of perfection and high productivity for ever-increasing profit’s sake are not at the insane levels they are now, when life is more organic and less mechanical, I do fine. I can and do learn deep and complex concepts, take in information and connect them into deep insights. I sort through ideas, organize them and plan out what I’ll say. I’ll correct the mistakes in type with time to decompress mentally in between re-readings. Time in between to mentally decompress -to work with my hands- is as essential as planning, prep, and iterations. Processing data tactilely also helps each iteration be better than the last.

Understanding and accepting that, and how I approach questions and problems, becomes much clearer. Make no mistake, I am capable, sharp, and quick-witted. It's taken me my whole life to realize this and be able to say out loud. It still feels weird to say to others. So many years of feeling average, incapable, or not terribly quick. Thankfully I've realized that my processing disorder is "normal", not a dis-order at all, and is a lens that has led me to researching lived expereinces.

I love exploratory research, especially when it reframes how we think about – everything. How does that look, what does that feel like, why? It’s open-ended – following observations to questions, and questions to observations, absorbing context and meaning in the experiential data along the way. Taking apart specific linear bits within a process, turning them about to analyze and connect back to the whole. The process is neither linear nor predictive. That’s the point. And the beauty. Not only does it mirror my own neurology, it’s how life actually is.

And reflecting life as it actually is lived, is the goal of research, no?

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