There is a moment that happens in ordinary situations. Someone says something that is not quite right about you, your needs, or what you can or cannot do. You know what the accurate response would be. Something smaller comes out instead.
Not because you did not have the words. Because somewhere along the way you learned that the full response costs more than the silence.
Over time, that becomes automatic. The room expects a smaller version of you. And you deliver it, before you have even decided to.
If you are a woman who uses a wheelchair and that moment sounds familiar, I built something for you. It is called Seated Sisters and it is free to join, HERE. And if you are reading this and do not use a wheelchair yourself but know a woman who would recognise what I described, I would be genuinely grateful if you passed this on to her.