One of the difficult parts of struggling with academia is that we can feel really alone in our grief, in our struggle, in our confusion.
If I learned anything from my women’s studies classes (and I learned a lot), it was this: Telling the story of our experience is an act of great freedom and great power, and that freedom and power is multiplied when we tell our story in a space that is safe and validating.
I am creating this page as one such safe space.
I invite you to tell your story by submitting a comment. If you want to do so anonymously or with a pseudonym, rock on. (Just use a fake email when it asks you for one.) I pledge to use the power of the comment-delete button to erase anything negative or critical of the comments or posters posted here. You’re welcome to be as negative and critical in telling your own experience as you’d like to be.