I guess I'm luck as T works from a converted bedroom in her home. I did use to see a therapist connected to the day patient treatment centre I attended 6yrs ago, I remember sitting in the chair outside and each time another therapist walked past for some reason the "fantasys" would kick off in my head, ie, I bet they think I am really ill and I bet they really feel sorry for me and I bet I am unique and everyone knows at this centre that I am the sickest of them all and I bet, and I bet and its me, me, me LOL! As I say now I calmly walk into T's home and the mad thinking has stopped LOL!! Oh cripes, reading this over, perhaps I was the sickest LMAO!!!