Apparently, as a child I was largely ignorant of both overt and subtle social messages. Though this cluelessness left me awkward and confused sometimes, I am now immensely grateful. For though I may now lack innate sensitivity, empathy and emotional acuity, that shield of obliviousness allowed my voice to develop without the fetters of fear and the shackles of expectations. I often forget that therefore I am not like most other women, though I do try to advocate for all of us.
Reminders like this help inspire my activism.
(I also must say although her experience is more typical for women, there are countless men whose authentic voices are silenced, too, thanks to social laws requiring gender/sexuality/expressive conformity, and their concomitant struggle against the patriarchy should not be dismissed.)