Yes, this was the way for me, too. I mean I obviously felt a limited amount of comfort and trust that allowed me to keep going back, but the first few years were rough. Lots of tortured silences, lol. Whenever I talk about what T has done that worked for me, it comes down to one thing: He waited. He was kind and caring and did not push and he waited for me to bring the trauma into the room, and he waited for me to bring my feelings into the room, and he waited for me to choose to speak. Nobody ever waited for ME to take the lead before, and it's taken me a damn long time to do it, but I DID finally do it. And I am forever grateful that someone, for once, let me be in charge.