I walked out after about twenty minutes not long ago. There was too much silence and silence makes me uncomfortable when I feel vulnerable, like I'm in the jungle where a cobra is using the silence to gather himself in the perfect position to strike. And I was in a lot of physical pain, and I just told my T what was true, I didn't want to be there. I wasn't angry or even really distressed; I just wanted to go home and lie down. He did seem a teeny bit surprised that I was there the next week, but he covered it up well. The next week was a good chance to talk about other things in my life that I couldn't or wouldn't walk away from.