I like to think I’m a strong female. And I have no problem expressing my opinions. But the second I’m in the kind of situation you described, it is my gut-reaction to insist I’m fine. I can’t show weakness.

Even around my husband, the need to avoid it takes over. This summer, I fell roller skating, jarring my shoulder. He didn’t see the fall, but he heard it and rushed over. I assured him I was fine, until I couldn’t get up. And then I blustered it was nothing for two hours before admitting I needed to see a doctor. I love him and trust him, but it’s so ingrained not to appear weak or fragile.