For a very long time I hardly noticed anything in my first t's office even though it was full of stuff including a bookcase and highly decorated in cards and pictures. I only saw the small window and two chairs. As time went on I began to notice a bit more but it wasn't until I went back for a visit some years later that I took in the details. I think my mind was so full of trauma for the longest time that it wasn't possible to see anything else. Interestingly, on my visit the room felt different to me too - all the anguish and misery I'd suffered there had gone. I just saw a room, nothing more. It was odd.