I don’t believe in gay marriageThe words reverberated off the endoscopy walls and echoed through us. It was unprompted and felt like a sucker punch to the gut. We believed this to be a safe space where we could learn and be ourselves. But the statement instantaneously made the safety disappear. A tsunami of self-talk littered with doubt and fear rushed through our minds. “Do they think differently of us? Could we work with them again and feel like a respected member of the team? How do we go back to work and still be comfortable being our authentic selves?” We froze and could not come up with words.