one time when I was driving to therapy, my bra strap randomly broke. Luckily, my T's office is a few doors down from Victoria's Secret so I bought a new bra. I changed in T's bathroom, but then realized the tag was still on and poking me. I asked T for scissors, thinking she would just hand them to me, but she ended up lifting up my shirt (in the back) and cutting the tag off for me. Another time, I asked her to look at my surgery scars after I had 2 ovarian cysts removed. I was thinking of getting a laser scar removal treatment, but ultimately decided against it.