Sometimes I’m just a jerk.
I went into a session, that I really wanted to attend, and found, again, that there was no seating provided for wheelchair users. Conference hotels have never, ever, in my vast experience of them, taught their set up crew to include one or two seats in a room that are accessible to wheelchair users. So, I go in and, of course, there was no where for me to sit except in the wide aisle between the tables on both sides of the room.
This meant several things:
1) I stuck out. I get enough attention for difference I don’t need additional attention because of being forced to sit, entirely
2) I had no where to set my stuff down so that I could take notes efficiently. I’m there to learn, I think best with a pen in my hand,
3) I tried to stay at the back of the room to stay as out of view as possible and was told to move because I was blocking the door.
So I was unhappy.
I don’t think she was offering pity.
I don’t know if she heard me but I hope not. But even if she didn’t my dismissal of her offer was, without question, rude.
Finally a fellow beside me, without my noticing, moved himself over which freed up an end of a table.
But throughout the session I listened, and I did learn, it was a good session, I thought about my reaction to
Sometimes I can be such a jerk – to the wrong person.
And yes, of course, I did speak to people from the planning committee about the issue.
Isn’t that odd?
I was rude.
Shouldn’t have been.
Need to stop being a jerk to people who are just being nice.