Actually, I kinda brought it up in our last session, and my T asked if I could elaborate then. I said no...maybe next time. Sooo...today, she asked me where I wanted to start, and I told her that I knew I'd said last week that I would talk about the issue, but I just couldn't. So, we talked about some other things for half an hour. Then, my T said that she thought there was just enough time to start talking about this, if I wanted to try. I spent several minutes in silence, then several minutes staring at my journal entry but not able to read it out loud. My T just waited. I talked about why it was so hard for me to talk about the subject, and just kinda slowly eased in to it from there.

The thing is, my T knows that if I decide I want to talk about something, I will...eventually. She just has to wait for me to gather the courage, find the right words, and decide it's safe. I knew it was safe, I was just afraid and didn't have the right words. My T gave me plenty of time and space to find the words I needed. She didn't pressure me or try to get me to talk...she just waited with me and let me slowly work it out on my own.