Disability and film: my experience

Last week, I watched disability trailblazers lose an Oscar to an octopus. 

“Crip Camp: A Disability Revolution” had been nominated for an Oscar for Best Documentary Feature. The film, streaming on Netflix, is about a summer camp for disabled teenagers and adults, providing awareness and insight about life with disability and the disability rights movement. Undoubtedly, part of what made this documentary so special is its co-director, Jim LeBrecht, who was also one of the disabled campers.

While Crip Camp did not win, it was truly historic to see disability pride on the red carpet at the Oscars. Not only did we see mobility aids and a service dog, but the first ramp at a major awards ceremony, live captioning, and an award presentation in sign language. Of course, accessibility has been required for many years by the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA), the law championed by many of the disabled campers in the documentary. (In 2019, Ali Stroker was forced to wait alone backstage in case she won a Tony Award (she did) because there was no ramp from the audience to the stage.)

I am so grateful for Crip Camp and its amazing disability activists who are now revolutionizing diversity and inclusion in the film industry. The documentary gives me hope, after my own terrible documentary experience, that although I may continue to face barriers and discrimination, I can continue to have meaningful impact by telling my own story.


One year ago, I was asked to be in a documentary about mast cell activation syndrome. As someone who spends the majority of their free time raising awareness for MCAS, I was incredibly excited at the opportunity. I met the producer and director via video call and they seemed to understand my illness. They had already interviewed well-respected MCAS specialists. 

In addition, they offered free medical care during filming. I shared my appointment notes to help them understand and tell my story. Raising awareness was my number one priority, above my privacy and comfort. I knew filming would be challenging, but I was assured I would receive disability accommodations like a fragrance-free crew, food, and rest after my flight. 

On the first day of filming in Minnesota, I drove to meet the crew near the Mississippi River, parked, and hung my disability placard. I was told the filming location was below the bridge, on the riverbank. When I got to the edge of the riverbank, I saw the stairs were broken and missing and chained off by the city. The crew was waiting and I didn’t want to disappoint them. I told myself it was a mistake, even though both the producer and director had received my medical records citing my dizziness, muscle weakness, and recent history of falling down stairs. 

Clinging to broken pieces of handrails, I staggered down the stairs, while the crew carried my dogs because it was too dangerous for them to walk. By the time filming was done and it was time to head back up the riverbank, my bones, ligaments, and muscles were screaming. The crew had to pull me up the riverbank and push me forward when I began falling backward because my legs were giving out.

Keeya standing at Mississippi River at night
Keeya filming for the MCAS documentary at the Mississippi River

The view certainly was beautiful, not worth the pain and injury to my legs. That’s when I realized “the shot” was valued over my safety. I had to take all my MCAS rescue medications and oxycodone the rest of filming because the pain was so excruciating. 

Throughout filming in Minnesota, I felt pressured to say yes and ignore my pain many times, but I drew the line when filming began to misrepresent my disabilities. I refused to inaccurately portray MCAS. At my office building, I refuse to walk in the front door for “the shot.” I explain I cannot walk in the front door; I never walk in the front door because of the sun, heat, and cold. Every day, I must park in the garage under the building and enter through the tunnel to avoid MCAS reactions. At the State Capitol, I was asked to walk up the stairs in the sun. I felt the tension rise as I offered to stand the bottom stair with an umbrella instead. I regret not having an advocate by my side. 

I was originally promised one day of rest after my flight to Seattle, time to recover from the vibrations and fragrance of the flight, and get my own safe food. Instead, less than 12 hours before my flight, I was told to drive straight to a hotel after landing at the airport for 2 hours of interview questions. Of course, my body revolted from the flight, so I negotiated for time for a shower, medications, and food. Despite my pain, I showed up ready to film at the agreed upon time. I waited a half hour in a lobby that was pumped with fragrance, only to be told they did not have time for me anymore.

The next day, I was criticized for requesting a Mexican Coke after vomiting, because I had maxed out all my rescue medications (including Zofran) and the carbonation and caffeine soothe my stomach. (Three weeks later, an endoscopy showed the erosion of my stomach lining. Not having access to safe food during filming likely contributed vomiting.)

My best friend, Julia, said she’s never seen me cry so hard in 25 years. THAT INCLUDES MIDDLE SCHOOL.

Whenever I raised my disability concerns and needs, the producer threatened to cut me from filming. Makeup was a bigger priority than my disability accommodations. Of course, I am allergic to most makeup.

At one point when I said I was in a lot of pain, I was told, “Good. We want to see your pain!” My pain was ever present, but instead of capturing it in real-time, they forced me to dissociate from my pain in order to get shots in picturesque locations I never visited due to MCAS. Instead of pausing to actually see my pain and allow me to express it, they pushed my body beyond its limits and tried to exploit my pain. 

Two months after filming concluded

My regret outweighed my fear of being cut from the film. I raised my concerns again:

I just want to make sure the scenes of me falling down the stairs and walking up the stairs are not in the movie? I told [the director] and the crew that I am not supposed to do stairs. I have documentation from [one of my doctors] that I shouldn’t do stairs. My visit notes with [another doctor] sent to you and [the director] document how I often lose my balance and fall down stairs. I was still pressured to use the stairs and even to pretend to fall down the stairs. I have pictures of the bruising caused by doing that scene. 

The producer’s response:

[Name redacted] and I have not seen footage of you falling down stairs.

I asked [the director] about you falling down stairs and he had told me you did not but now I don’t know what is true or not.

This project has gone just about too far for me and we are thinking about shutting it down. There may not be a film to be seen. 350K down the drain and no one to see all the effort everyone has placed toward it. 

My goal was to help millions of others around the world who have these debilitating disease but honestly, I can’t take too much more. I’m just about done.

My response:

I’m sorry you feel that way. I’m also disappointed that you don’t believe me when I tell you my concerns. [The director of photography] certainly can attest for filming me falling down the stairs. 

There are thousands of people around the world waiting for this documentary because they know it WILL help millions of people. Filming while my disability accommodations were dismissed was extremely painful for me. But I did it for these people. 

The producer’s response: 

I did believe you and then I spoke with [the director] and he told me it didn’t happen. I have had so much going on with hundreds of different aspects of this film… I’m sorry you fell down the stairs.

My response:

The scene was recreating me falling down the stairs. [The director] asked me to fall down the stairs. I had to fall several times to “get the shot”.

The producer’s response:

This project has become more stressful than I could ever imagine. Due to the stress, we have decided to cancel this project. We’re done.


While I do believe there were other factors involved in the cancellation of the film, a disability accommodation or concern should never be a reason to cancel a film. The accommodation should be provided and the concern should be remedied. Canceling the film within 2.5 hours of raising a disability concern is disability retaliation.

I jeopardized my health, took time off work, and dedicated my finite energy to this documentary because I believed it could help others avoid the pain I’ve endured. Making a documentary may be difficult, but it is no comparison to the life-threatening challenges that people living with MCAS face every day. While my heart is broken that all the work that amazing doctors and patients put into this MCAS documentary will not be shared with the world, I am thankful I do not have to worry about how the information is presented by people who do not understand the disease. 

I continue to learn how to be a better disability advocate for myself. I am embarrassed that I let the fear of losing an opportunity supersede my body’s needs. I am also trying to remind myself supportive opportunities do exist.

Recently, I experienced what it’s like to work with a supportive production crew who wanted to share how disability accommodations allow me to participate and thrive. ESPN not only let me write the script for their narrator to ensure accuracy, but used my video clips. Instead of silencing my voice, they encouraged me:

Thank you for sharing your story with us – we hope we did it some justice and help raise awareness… Best wishes and keep sharing and making memories!!

6 thoughts on “Disability and film: my experience

  1. I am sad that they are pulling the plug, especially after all uou and the specialists weren’t through.

  2. I’m sorry to hear you had such a poor experience with the filming, and that the people you worked with were so inconsiderate. I’m currently undergoing MCAS testing after many years of suffering, and I wish there was more awareness about autoimmune disorders. I truly appreciate your efforts to try to raise awareness and this blog has been a huge source of knowledge and comfort… thank you!

  3. Wow, that producer handled that so, so badly. They had no idea what it cost you to participate, or just didn’t care. You’re an incredible advocate for yourself and your community! The ESPN clip was a beautiful end to a really difficult story. I’m glad there’s a happy ending.

  4. I’m so very sorry you went through that! I follow you on Twitter and IG and this is my first time to your site. I came here because of your post about CripCamp and found this. Damn, how do these things keep happening? It seems like no documentaries are safe for us. Every friend I have who has tried has been screwed over or placed in danger. My heart goes out to you that you went through all of this. Take good care!

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