I’ve spent three months with the Feminist Self-Help Society. I went in tired, a little salty, and looking for steady help, not fluff. You know what? It wasn’t magic, but it did help me breathe, plan, and speak up without shaking.
Why I Joined (and what I brought with me)
It was January. Dark by 5. I’d just cried in my car after a meeting where a project I led got called “support work.” I wanted tools. And a room where I didn’t have to explain myself before I spoke. I also wanted something I could afford. Their sliding scale made it doable. I paid $25 a month; some folks paid less, some more.
I came in with a lot of feelings and a little snark. Both were welcome. It reminded me of the grassroots energy of the Chicago Women's Liberation Union, a 1970s collective that built power through shared knowledge.
How It Works (nuts and bolts, nothing fancy)
- Weekly Zoom circle on Wednesdays, 75 minutes. Cameras on if you can, no sweatpants shame.
- One in-person meet-up a month (I went to two; both had tea and a big box of tissues).
- A WhatsApp chat that runs all week. Quiet at night because we voted for quiet hours.
- Shared Google Drive with worksheets, scripts, and a little “wins” folder. Cheesy, but I used it.
- Monthly theme: boundaries, money, rest, and power at work. Clear, simple.
We do a short “check-in,” a skill lesson, then practice. The practice part matters. We don’t just talk. We try. And yes, there’s jargon, like “SMART goals,” but they explain it in plain words. Specific, measurable, and all that.
The First Night Felt Odd, Then Good
I almost left after the first 20 minutes. We did a breathing thing with hand-to-heart. Felt a bit woo-woo. Then Mia (a teacher who hates lunch duty with a quiet fire) shared how she freezes when a parent talks over her. I felt that in my stomach. People listened. No one fixed her. The room got soft. I stayed.
Real Wins I Can Point To
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The two-sentence ask: We learned a simple script—“Here’s what I did. Here’s what I need.” I used it in my review. I said, “I built the Q3 dashboard that cut our report time by 30%. I’d like my title changed to Analyst II and a pay bump that matches market.” My voice didn’t crack. I didn’t over-explain. Two weeks later, I got the title and a $3,000 raise. Not huge, but real.
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Boundary practice: We role-played with a timer. My line was, “I can’t take this on. My plate is full. I can help you find another path.” I used it with a coworker who tries to “just one more thing” me. He blinked. Then he said okay. The sky didn’t fall. I slept great.
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Money talk: They ran a “gentle budget” session. No shame charts. I made a tiny “exit fund” for bad days—$15 a week. It’s small, but it changed my mood. It’s like a quiet yes in my pocket.
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Rest plan: We read a chapter from Rest Is Resistance. I scheduled one “nothing hour” on Sundays. My kid drew with chalk while I drank coffee on the steps. I didn’t fold laundry. Felt strange, then nice.
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Micro-ally move: During a staff meeting, I used their “amplify” trick: repeat, credit, and ask a question. “I want to echo Priya’s idea about shared templates. Priya, what’s step one?” She smiled. The idea stayed on the board.
Stuff That Bugged Me (because nothing’s perfect)
- The check-ins can run long. People need space, but sometimes we had 30 minutes left for the actual skill.
- A few terms felt heavy. “Liberatory praxis” made me tug at my sleeve. They explained it, but I still laughed to myself.
- Time zones. West Coast folks got stuck in traffic or at soccer pickup and missed half the circle.
- The WhatsApp chat pops off some days. Muting helps, but I missed things and felt behind.
- One guest speaker read from slides for 40 minutes. We all got stiff and cranky.
Who Was In the Room
A mix. Teachers. Nurses. A barista who runs a zine table on Sundays. A new mom who typed one-handed with a baby on her chest. A retired city planner who drops wisdom like it’s trail mix. Women, non-binary folks, a few men who listened more than they talked. I liked that part. It felt like real life.
What They Do Well
- Practical scripts that you can use the same day.
- Clear norms. No fixing, no “devil’s advocate,” no “you should have.” Just curious questions.
- Sliding scale without awkward forms. You pick your level. Done.
- Mix of heart and skill. We cried sometimes. We also wrote emails together.
Where It Fell Short
They could tighten the structure. Give the skill block a hard start time. Also, a short recap email each week would help folks who miss a session. And while I like big ideas, plain words beat theory when you’re tired from work and dishes.
A Small Story That Stuck
At the second in-person meet-up, we wrote “future notes” to ourselves. Mine said, “You don’t need to earn rest.” I put it in my sock drawer. Last week I found it on a rough Tuesday. I read it once. Then I ate dinner sitting down, not over the sink. Silly? Maybe. But it kept me from snapping at my kid about a mess that wasn’t a big deal.
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Cost, Time, and the Quiet Math
- I paid $25/month for three months.
- I went to 8 out of 12 circles.
- I spent about 20 minutes a week on worksheets.
- I got one title change, one small raise, and many good breaths.
The math works for me. Not just money. Energy.
For anyone who wants extra prompts between meetings, I found the free worksheets over at HowMuchJoy slot right in with the Society’s scripts.
Final Call
Did it fix my life? No. Did it give me tools I actually used? Yes. Did I feel less alone? Also yes.
If you want a space with kind people, clear scripts, and a little courage on tap, this fits. If you hate feelings talk, you might roll your eyes. I did, sometimes. Then I learned, anyway.
I’m staying for another quarter. I want to see what the “power mapping” month looks like. And I like how my voice sounds now—steady, not loud, just mine.
Need more inspiration between sessions? I rounded up the best no-fluff resources that kept me going: my honest take on the Feminist Self-Help Society, an eight-week experiment with self-help blogs that actually helped, a road-test of seven self-help podcasts for women, and a candid look at self-help books for Black women—what hit home and what didn’t. Keep what works, toss the rest.