May 1 to 3, 2025
Where I'll be debuting a brand new talk called "I had to lose her to find me." It chronicles my journey of going no contact with my mother in order to pursue peace, trauma recovery, and embracing my authentic self. It's also the portal where I began to have compassion for my mother and release the need for approval, validation, or shame.
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ABout cheryl
Using Emotional Freedom Technique, Kundalini Yogic Modalities & Principles, Parts Theory, Trauma Informed Approaches, and a Commitment to continually elevating and honing their craft, Cheryl is passionate about getting body based nervous system and trauma recovery supports into as many hands as possible.
Whether in-person, online, or on stage at an event, Cheryl sets the level of access to the lowest barrier in the room and is equipped with the compassion and radical self-responsibility it takes to continually push the boundaries on what it means to include others in the ableist heteronormative coaching and mentorship industry.
In the time where anyone with an Instagram account can use #coach to earn an income, Cheryl devoted three years of meticulous study, embodiment, and refinement before launching their somatic mentorship & teaching business.
I just spent four years growing my hair out from a buzzed off fade faux hawk. It’s mermaid wavy without even trying. My hair is finally long enough to put up on a bun on the top of my head using an XL satin scrunchie I got from Ivory and Brass Studios, and I want it all gone.
Why?
For example, I am autistic and the sensory experience of having long hair touching my neck or face causes me to live with my shoulders up in my ears most of the time. It’s like walking into a spider web all day long except you can’t get away from it because it’s literally attached to you.
I am avoiding hygiene related tasks because of how long it takes to wash, dry, condition, and style my hair. As an autistic person with other unseen disabilities, I have a fluctuating capacity. That means that some days I feel like anything is possible. I can clean the whole house, meal prep for two adults with dietary specifics, create content across all five accounts I manage, run a business, garden, make herbal medicines, and still have time to play video games, have amazing skin, and make connections with those I care about.
On the other days, sometimes I can’t even get out of bed. The weight of trauma, disability executive dysfunction, THE WORLD EVENTS, and sensory processing is too much. This hair cut is so those days are easier. Because when you’re a permanently disabled person, you have to plan whenever possible for the worst days. Not because you’re living in a low vibe and manifesting struggle (hello abelism and victim blaming favourite tools of the colonial patriarchy), instead it’s because you’ve got a solid grasp on the reality of living with a disability and deserve to put your best effort and energy where it matters the most: on you.
I don’t feel like I look like myself anymore. Every single time I see a video or a picture of myself my outward appearance fails to reflect how I feel on the inside. I’ve been resisting cutting my hair because having it long with a name like Cheryl helps me to fly under the radar in spaces that are less safe for non-binary people and trans people. And that’s part of the problem. I am queer. I am a nonbinary gender nonconforming person who spent the last five years in a very cisgender alpha femme boss babe social circle and it wore on me.
Every single time I was misgendered even though I introduced myself with my pronouns over and over, even though they were in my zoom handle and IG bio, even though I repeatedly corrected people—every single time it happened I felt less safe to be the real authentic version of me. Every hate comment on the internet, I would change a little more. Every fake review my business got. Every time someone said something about “all that gender stuff” in a group space I was in and the leaders of those spaces said and did nothing. All of that told me that the ME I really was wasn’t safe.
And honestly, fuck that. I make me safe. I am my own safety. I am my own self and I refuse to continue the pattern of chameleoning to keep the peace and prevent harm in a world where political powers publicly and without an inch of compassion or dignity fight to wipe people like me out of existence.
I felt the most like myself when my wife Liv and I got married. It was in 2021 during the tail end of the Covid 19 restrictions in Canada, and we had a 9 person back yard wedding ceremony. I was the fittest I had ever been. I wore sneakers with rainbow laces. I had the train removed from a very simple dress. I even got the seamstress from the bridal shop to hem the skirt to sit just above my shoes so I could dance without having to hold the skirt or worry about tripping.
My hair was short, buzzed up the sides, and braided with sea glass hair pins. My make up was barely make up in the wedding sense of the term. Liv and I had a makeup artist airbrush our faces to look like ourselves. We got married in a heat dome in July and I am WHITE as snow, which means I turn RED quickly when the temperature rises over 22C. I wanted to look like me, the real honest me, in all of our wedding photos years down the road. I’m doing this to honour that person.
I’ve been using the same images in all of my social media marketing for two years because I don’t like how I look right now. Not because of my size or my body. But because I don’t look on the outside who I know myself to be on the inside. I’ve been pretending to want to be someone I’m not just in case the world continues its path of eradicating transness and autistic experiences from the public eye, or worse. And I’m done.
This is my line in the sand. What’s yours?
Inclusion & Accessibility starts on the inside
The gap between how you feel now and the above statement isn't as vast and wide as it feels. I know, because I led myself through this process first--and I do it every single time a new avenue of making myself wrong or not enough pops up.
What if you have a hard time wrapping your head around inclusion and accessibility because at no fault of your own you've absorbed beliefs, conditioning, and thought patterns that have unattainable perfectionism and ableism at their core?
In a capitalist society when people are valued based on their contribution to society, their ability to perform, garner success, and attain wealth and notoriety, being unable to function in a so called normal life without considerable stress, anxiety and guilt feels like a failure.
Working together to unpack internalized shame, homophobia, white supremacy and other debilitating frameworks with compassion and often play (because humour is a pathway to joy) you can begin to separate other people's beliefs and opinions from your own, learn how to define your own value, take back your power and provide yourself with what you need most: self acceptance.
We do this using body based practices, also known as somatics, subliminal recoding tools like visualization and theta wave meditation, and client centred support structures where what's most pressing for you is the focus.
This work is not a replacement for clinically trained trauma specialists. It is complimentary to clinical therapies as they are largely framed in a colonial binary perspective and fail to look at you as a dynamic complex person. Queer Alchemy does not believe in pathologizing you...aka making you disordered or wrong or mentally ill simply for having a nervous system that responded to trauma in the way it was designed to. Instead, Queer Alchemy uses compassion and empathy based person to person support to gently bring you back into cohesion with your sense of self and purpose.
Inclusion & Accessibility for Practitioners
Let’s get real for a second—our industry, the spiritual and wellness world, is buzzing with potential. There’s a huge opportunity to create businesses that truly reflect the values we talk about: unity, abundance, and authenticity. At the heart of that is inclusion. When we embrace diversity, we open doors to connect with more people, deepen our impact, and grow our businesses in ways that feel aligned with the new paradigm we’re co-creating.
But here’s the thing: making your business more inclusive isn’t always straightforward. Maybe you’re unsure where to start or afraid of making a misstep. That’s completely valid. The systems most of us have been navigating weren’t built with inclusion in mind—it’s not your fault. The good news? You don’t have to figure it out alone.
That’s why I created Inclusion Illusion
—a workshop to help leaders like you step confidently into this work. This isn’t about a checklist or slapping a rainbow on your logo; it’s about building a business that resonates with the energy of collective care and abundance.
For years, I’ve been working with spiritual entrepreneurs who are ready to do better but need a clear, compassionate path forward. I get it—this stuff can feel overwhelming. What you’ll find in this program is space to ask questions, learn, and grow without judgment. We’ll reframe inclusion not as a burden but as a natural extension of your values—and yes, when done authentically, it also happens to be great for your business.
I know what you might be thinking:
What if I get it wrong?
Mistakes are part of the process, and they don’t define you. What matters is that you’re showing up and committing to growth. Together, we’ll explore practical steps, unpack limiting beliefs, and build strategies that align with who you are and where you’re headed.
Ready to stop leaving this work for "someday" and start building a business that feels expansive, inclusive, and abundant? I’d love to walk this path with you.
Join the next cohort today!
Let’s create something beautiful together. One step at a time, we’re changing the game.
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I just spent four years growing my hair out from a buzzed off fade faux hawk. It’s mermaid wavy without even trying. My hair is finally long enough to put up on a bun on the top of my head using an XL satin scrunchie I got from Ivory and Brass Studios, and I want it all gone.
Why?
For example, I am autistic and the sensory experience of having long hair touching my neck or face causes me to live with my shoulders up in my ears most of the time. It’s like walking into a spider web all day long except you can’t get away from it because it’s literally attached to you.
I am avoiding hygiene related tasks because of how long it takes to wash, dry, condition, and style my hair. As an autistic person with other unseen disabilities, I have a fluctuating capacity. That means that some days I feel like anything is possible. I can clean the whole house, meal prep for two adults with dietary specifics, create content across all five accounts I manage, run a business, garden, make herbal medicines, and still have time to play video games, have amazing skin, and make connections with those I care about.
On the other days, sometimes I can’t even get out of bed. The weight of trauma, disability executive dysfunction, THE WORLD EVENTS, and sensory processing is too much. This hair cut is so those days are easier. Because when you’re a permanently disabled person, you have to plan whenever possible for the worst days. Not because you’re living in a low vibe and manifesting struggle (hello abelism and victim blaming favourite tools of the colonial patriarchy), instead it’s because you’ve got a solid grasp on the reality of living with a disability and deserve to put your best effort and energy where it matters the most: on you.
I don’t feel like I look like myself anymore. Every single time I see a video or a picture of myself my outward appearance fails to reflect how I feel on the inside. I’ve been resisting cutting my hair because having it long with a name like Cheryl helps me to fly under the radar in spaces that are less safe for non-binary people and trans people. And that’s part of the problem. I am queer. I am a nonbinary gender nonconforming person who spent the last five years in a very cisgender alpha femme boss babe social circle and it wore on me.
Every single time I was misgendered even though I introduced myself with my pronouns over and over, even though they were in my zoom handle and IG bio, even though I repeatedly corrected people—every single time it happened I felt less safe to be the real authentic version of me. Every hate comment on the internet, I would change a little more. Every fake review my business got. Every time someone said something about “all that gender stuff” in a group space I was in and the leaders of those spaces said and did nothing. All of that told me that the ME I really was wasn’t safe.
And honestly, fuck that. I make me safe. I am my own safety. I am my own self and I refuse to continue the pattern of chameleoning to keep the peace and prevent harm in a world where political powers publicly and without an inch of compassion or dignity fight to wipe people like me out of existence.
I felt the most like myself when my wife Liv and I got married. It was in 2021 during the tail end of the Covid 19 restrictions in Canada, and we had a 9 person back yard wedding ceremony. I was the fittest I had ever been. I wore sneakers with rainbow laces. I had the train removed from a very simple dress. I even got the seamstress from the bridal shop to hem the skirt to sit just above my shoes so I could dance without having to hold the skirt or worry about tripping.
My hair was short, buzzed up the sides, and braided with sea glass hair pins. My make up was barely make up in the wedding sense of the term. Liv and I had a makeup artist airbrush our faces to look like ourselves. We got married in a heat dome in July and I am WHITE as snow, which means I turn RED quickly when the temperature rises over 22C. I wanted to look like me, the real honest me, in all of our wedding photos years down the road. I’m doing this to honour that person.
I’ve been using the same images in all of my social media marketing for two years because I don’t like how I look right now. Not because of my size or my body. But because I don’t look on the outside who I know myself to be on the inside. I’ve been pretending to want to be someone I’m not just in case the world continues its path of eradicating transness and autistic experiences from the public eye, or worse. And I’m done.
This is my line in the sand. What’s yours?
FAQS
No. I do not offer refunds.
You can roll any unused video or voice calls forward to your next month. The plan is flexible based on your needs. Calls can be booked as far in advance as you like. Set them and forget them with appointment reminders sent right to your inbox!
If you’re experiencing financial hardship, you have the option to pause payments for 30 or 60 days one time.
I know that life happens, I am here to support you!
What Others Have to Say About Cheryl
-Mandi she/her Canada
They've got this knack for making you feel seen and heard. No matter what we're working on, I never feel judged or out of place. Cheryl's makes sure you're comfortable and uses strategies that are actually doable for me. It's been a game-changer, honestly. Having their support and knowing they're always there to guide me, but in a way that feels more like a partnership, has been huge for my personal growth. I'm really thankful for how they've helped me and made this journey so much more manageable and meaningful.
-Erin they/she Canada
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