There is this yoga studio I like to go to. A friend of mine introduced me to it by giving me a gift certificate. I was shocked on that first day because the instructor (a man) came up and massaged my lower torso when we were lying flat. I flinched, and thought, "What's up with that??!" So, I told my friend about it and she said, "Oh, that's nothing. Yoga teachers are like that." I wondered if I should take little note cards with me to each class and hand one to the instructor at the beginning of the class. The note would say something like, "Please don't touch me during class," or "I don't like getting touched when I'm working out." My friend laughed at me and said I was being ridiculous. Five years later, I still go,  and I don't hand out the note cards, but I've noticed that now even the fellow students will lay a hand on you. One will reach out and squeeze your hand. Another might work the muscles in your calf when we're all bent over seated. I've gotten used to it, and so it doesn't bother me anymore. I've come to accept that yoga is really a very connected kind of sport. If I went to another studio where that didn't exist, I wouldn't be able to have the holistic-prophesizing-well read-knows how to calm you down-life is for living not worrying-kind of instructor that I have. It's like going to therapy, a sauna and a crippling work-out all within the same hour. I love it.