Yes, my fantasies were about my T. It was hard the first few times, then when I realized she and I were going to talk about them as fantasies and take a look at what they meant, it was not as hard. She fully understood that it was hard for me and beautifully guided the focus to what needed to be looked at. Even though the reality was painful, she never diminished nor neglected the pain I felt, so I felt care for and not rejected.