When I tear up it's one single small tear that rolls down my left cheek. My T does not offer me a tissue but does ask me to look up. This has happened 2x in T. I'm not ashamed of my one tear. I actually hate my face turning red. My husband's T gave me a tissue and it went from her hand to the trash can. I quickly recover from crying and am really good at quickly fixing myself to look like I'm fine. So I'm not ashamed for T's to see me cry unless it's full on red faced, nose blowing hysterics