ok, didn't wanna have to whip this one out, but i'm gonna have to, hahahaha.... i recently (for the 1st time) disclosed a bunch of sex-related stuff to my (male) t. at first, i wanted to die. i wanted to run out of there and never come back because i didn't know if i could deal with the fact that he knew stuff like that about me, and i would have to face him each week. then i realized... if i can't tell him, who can i tell? rather than shame and embarassment, i began to feel comfort in the fact that i can tell him this sh** and it's okay-- he's going to sit with it, we are going to figure it out together. believe me, i am not saying it's not hard. i want to tell him more stuff, but i take my time-- what i am saying is, do you think it is possible that you can find comfort in the fact that you have shared so much with your t?