ABSTRACT
Whose research is it? was the question I asked myself when some of the women balanced the dictaphone on their knees. It looked vulnerable and fragile but I resisted the urge to ask them to make it safe. Instead, I wondered what that was about and it led me to that question—whose research is it? It was terrifying to think that I depended on the participants to complete my research, but their enthusiasm assured me that they relied on me to complete it. I thought of a group cliché—“trust the process”—and knew that I did not need to take responsibility of the dictaphone or worry about the research. I trusted the process, allowing the research to become “our” research.
