My previous T was very comfortable letting us sit in silence for what I perceived as long periods. I started out hating the silence and complained about how awkward it felt to me on more than one occasion. I used to feel like there was pressure to come up with something profound at the end of it.

Once I learned that there really was no pressure except what I was putting on myself, I came to really appreciate the time to reflect or just let my mind wander. My T was aware of changes in my facial expressions or body positions and when they changed, he would gently inquire as to where I'd been or comment on what looked like might have been a happy thought.

My current T doesn't seem quite as comfortable with silence. He tends to "rescue" me after a minute or so by making a gently comment on what we'd been talking about or asking me a question. One of these days, I'll get around to telling him he doesn't need to do that, but for right now, it feels nurturing and I'll take it.