I felt very embarrassed when I told T some really humiliating things that happened to me when I was a child, like my parents beating me to a pulp on the front lawn while the neighbors stood at the property line looking on. I could never face the neighbors after that, knowing they had seen the whole thing. Another was telling my T how I had had fantasies in which my husband died. It seemed like his death would solve all my problems, so I used to daydream about it. I know it's awful to essentially wish someone would die, so I felt very embarrassed admitting that to T.