| The festivities continued yesterday, as they will today. My weekend was severely limited by my migraines, which are triggered by a long list of visual triggers: compact fluorescents, TVs, CRT monitors on computers, some ATMs... and projectors. SFN had a projected sign in the background for their panels. It wasn't used as a visual aid of any sort for the panelists. No PowerPoint or anything. It just had the words "Slow Food Nation."
While I spent yesterday being incredibly angry at the reaction I received when I attempted to find a way to participate without getting a migraine, I've cooled down. The truth of the matter is that people - perhaps most people - just don't get it. I would bet it's true about any disability, but having a unique one doesn't help. Sometimes I tell people about my problem and it seems so unimaginable to them that they act like I said nothing. Others go to the other extreme and offer to turn off every light bulb for me, even the ones that don't hurt me.
The Slow Food Nation people who handled my situation poorly weren't prepared for the contingency that someone would show up with a rare, strange disability. It's just not something you expect or train your staff to handle. And the usher who was incredibly rude and hostile to me? I'm still mad at her, but she was a volunteer. It's unfair to hold that against Slow Food.
All the same, my experience here was not what it ought to have been. I suppose the bright side to it all is that instead of attending the events that I paid quite a bit to obtain tickets for, I sat out in the Victory Garden and read half of Marion Nestle's new book, Pet Food Politics (highly recommended!). |