Something I've learned to ask myself is: Which is worse, 30 seconds of embarrassment while I tell my T what's going on, or days of anxiety as I suffer alone? When I put it in that light...I can accept the embarrassment. Sometimes I'll even tell T that I'm really embarrassed about what I need to tell her, she usually just nods her head and waits patiently while I gather up the courage to say what I need to say.