when my T left the residential facility we met in he got this temporary office that he rented from another T. i hated it!!! it was small and dark and i felt scared in it. instead we would walk around a graveyard, or walk downtown, or talk in a coffee shop until he found a better office. i wasnt worried about anyone seeing me with him. my T is very flexible about these things. he knows how triggering therapy can be for me sometimes. especially being in a therapy office with the door shut. during the first few years of therapy he would leave the door cracked for me. also if the weather was nice we would walk down to some swings and do therapy while i was swinging