We see this word thrown around a lot on college campuses. Safe Space. In dialogues, in trainings, in social justice workshops, and on stickers on our walls. I appreciate this idea of a “safe space” but I must admit, there are reasons I feel a tremor of unease run through my body when this word is spoken into being.
I’d like to think that I am an advocate for social justice, inclusion, and learning. Am I always perfect at all of these things? Definitely not. But I’m open to being challenged, to acknowledging missteps, and to growing from the experience.