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Sep 5, 2018

Brave Space at Trent University

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Yesterday, as apart of Trent't 2018 Orientation Week, Brave Space was held in Gzowski College! If you haven't seen the ads I was putting out in the 'Events' page here, Brave Space is a student-created activity designed to allow students from marginalized communities to come together and find support. This year, our schedule was a discussion panel from 2-2:45, and then breakout sessions that ran for 2 hours each (LGBTQ+. Indigenous, Accessibility, Mental Health, and People of Colour).

The Accessibility Session was new this year, and I'm proud to say I brought it into existence! Having attended last year's Brave Space program as a new student, I thought it was great that there was a section for mental health, but knew there needed to be representation for those with physical and/or cognitive disabilities.

The panel was spectacular with our amazing guests - Derek Newman-Stille, Ethel Nalule, Sally Goodwin, and Rhode Thomas.

Our special guests for the Accessibility Session consisted of Jason King, Sioux Lily, and Leslie Yee from the Peterborough Council for Persons with Disabilities (CPD), who were happy to talk with new students, and offer their Time in my Shoes (TIMS) program to students without disabilities, to have an experiential learning experience in some mobility forms of disability.

Overall, it was a wonderful session; I am so grateful to my Brave Space team for the months that went into planning this event, and what a success it turned out to be! See you again next year!

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