I had a great time at WisCon last year and was delighted when David had offered to go together. It’s a long drive from London, Ontario to Madison, Wisconsin but totally worth it!
This year I brought my swimsuit, running shoes and yoga mat. I did swim Thursday night to stretch after the drive down.
The rest of the weekend I managed to get 8-10 thousand steps a day. I’m not sure how but it may have been going further afield for food.
I slept much better this time around, largely due to not submitting for writing workshops which had made me a twinge nervous. I am committed to putting writing in next year though!
As last year, I loved the panels. I attended so many great sessions on everything from food and culture in sci-fi to unpacking portrayals of mental health in fiction.
Due to a mix up on my part I ended up in “Beyond the Fix or How Do I Live this F***ing Life?”
Friends, there were so many feels as folks shared their experiences of coming to understand disability and how it has impacted their lives. Many people in the audience were coming to realize that “disability” was a word that described their life too.
My favourite moment was when Jesse the K spoke about how she learned to shift her identity from an independent woman to being interdependent and connected in community.
I reflected on my privilege of living with Major Depressive Disorder and being able enough to stay fully employed. I thought about how my morning routine of stiff joints may hold greater mobility challenges in the future. I thought about my unilateral hearing loss and how my head tilts to put my good ear to a person talking. I thought about my intermittent vertigo. The stories shared by the panelists were on the continuum of ability and disability and I shift along those lines, mostly invisible.
There is a piece about fitness that I don’t talk about, the part where age & ability turn and mean I won’t get faster, better, stronger. Sometimes my goal is to simply slow the slide or manage pain.
It was humbling to really grapple with what my future will hold, especially around chronic pain, and I’m grateful for the mix up that lead me to sit in on this panel in particular.
The absolute best part was that I met even more of David’s lovely librarian friends, some of whom read this blog!
The weekend was just what I needed.
I feel great and, unlike last year, no mobility or pain from my travels. Just a wince at re-entering a patriarchal society.
