I use to get all tangled up in the silences and when I could finally talk, years later, we discussed the silences and I wished I could have known what was going on sooner :-) I didn't realize yet that it was "my" therapy 100% and so my T was only listening for me; when I talked, when I was silent, waiting for whatever I wanted to do with the "space" whereever I would lead. We sort of laughed later because T's aren't sure about silences either she said, they don't know if they talk too much or too little or when is a good time to talk. . . they're only supposed to take clues from us (and often I wasn't giving out very many). I use to wish desperately for her to say something, but realized that was my "job" so use to struggle alone and when we talked later we both wished I'd been able to express that since I wasn't alone and maybe she could have figured out how to help, etc. It's a complicated thing, is therapy.