When Safeguarding Meets Accent and Class
- guardingtheflock
- Sep 1
- 2 min read
The first thing people noticed about me when I worked in diocesan safeguarding wasn’t my CV, my education, or my experience. It was my voice. My northern accent entered the room before I did, carrying with it a set of assumptions I never chose.
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