Mouse I remember the silence that plagued my T therapy. It drove me bonkers. The shifting of position, movement of paper, my heart beat and breathing became so amplified I couldn't stand it. Luckily my T didn't stare at me during these times, that would have made things even more intolerable. I aggressively avoid silence in therapy now-- which may not be always be productive but just the fear of it is very compelling.

(((Mouse))) Hope Friday's session goes better