About two weeks ago T and I were having a session in another therapist's office. She must see a lot of children because she had a lot of toys in her room. I loved the room because it was large and had a couch (the other rooms don't). This happened to be the first session in which I really started to talk about about sex with T and I was going into intimate details about sex with my husband. All of a sudden I stopped talking in midsentence and looked around. T asked, "What's wrong?" I said, "I'm sorry, but it's a little awkward, even for me, to be talking about sex in such a raw manner and knowing that Elmo and Big Bird and everyone are staring at me!" He said not to worry; that they wouldn't tell, but it still felt weird, hahahahahahaha.