Recent personal disability-happenings have me reconsidering launching into a PhD program right from my MA. This shakes me in many ways. I’m in the fast-lane, ready for my “career.” What might it mean to wait another year, if not two more, for the long-awaited doctorate? In the context of disability justice, well, my comrades might simply give me the nod knowing that I gotta do what I must do. Good days, bad days–crip time is tricky against the normative ebbs and flows of legitimated knowledge production.
Who says I’m not a scholar already, anyway? Because I am.
In her 2011 Society for Disability Studies Annual Conference paper presentation “Cripping Anti-Futurity, or, If You Love Queer Theory So Much, Why Don’t You Marry It?” Ellen Samuels writes:
At the University of California, Berkeley, where I earned my Ph.D. degree in English, graduate student education is structured by an administrative construct called, with no hint of irony, “normative time,” referring “to the amount of time it takes ideally for a student in a particular discipline to complete a doctoral degree.”
Samuels goes on to quote the book In a Queer Time and Place:
Finding that the normative time model could not fully accommodate my queer, disabled, parental existence, I have sought other temporal models to think through these multiplicities. Judith [Jack] Halberstam offers the concept of “queer time” shaped by “nonnormative logics and organizations of community, sexual identity, embodiment, and activity” (6). Halberstam’s queerness refers not so much to sexuality as to the “outcome of strange temporalities, imaginative life schedules, and eccentric economic practices” (1).
I am glad that Samuels is starting to think about queercrip time in the academy. I know many, many other disability scholars have written about this topic, especially as it relates to accommodation in the academy as either grad students or professors. So I let myself pause alongside my disability-happenings, think with the happenings and not against them, and I actually don’t feel so bad with the thought of letting things settle. In fact, it feels relieving to validate my own crip time in the academy. We’ll see what happens.