Yesterday I refused to shake hands with a man who I didn’t know and who had done nothing untoward, I just really didn’t want his hand to touch my hand at that moment.
At age 43 I can say this is something I have only just learnt to do, and it felt amazing. Amazing.
My hand. My choice who touches it. No explanation required.
Weird that this should feel like such a radical act, but it really did.
My hand. Mine.