Had to get my courses online, and modesty cost me my job

"So what did you do for education after that?" my therapist asked.

"Well," I began, "I couldn't work up the courage to apply for an in-person college after that debacle, so I just went to the University of Phoenix and got an associate's."

"Okay, and what about a job?"

"I couldn't stand going out of the house for several months and was a shut-in. That was until my parents decided it was best for me to some sort of job, and applied for a job at Wendy's on my behalf."

"Okay, and how did that go?"

"Not well at all. We each get uniforms, which is great, but whenever the shirts got dirty - which was almost every day - we had to take them off to put new ones on. Even with my camisoles and bras I couldn't hang with that, so I was let go after two weeks."

"And are you still in between jobs?"

"At the moment, yes, but my parents are looking at a secretary job for me."

"Well, Sarah," my therapist started probing, "if I may get a bit personal, what happens when you take showers?"

"Ummm," I started hesitating, "I've taken them in my underwear since that day."

"I see," the therapist started humming and pondering.