*snort*. poor SAWE, but your description finally let me see the humour (mortification! ) in my own T-room-situation.

have had the nagging feeling that the room is not sound-proofed at all. this was ok, because i thought patients waited down stairs at reception (im the first client, so i never wait). but apparently, no, they wait in the hallyway direclty outside the door.

so of course i had a shiteous time on thursday, and T asked me "are you ok" and i did a big sob "NO!" and kind of stormed out, ran straight into the next client (who was already standing up to go into the room) and she put her hand on my shoulder and gave me a quick encouraging smile.

i'm touched that she did that, but also kind of like WHAT THE **** ELSE DID SHE HEAR?!!