Good question. How many people cry in counseling sessions? All of them -- at least all of them who are getting healthier. Counseling is an opportunity to visit the aches in our lives, to relive them in a way and to think them through with more information, and with a professional guide. The fact that something came up tells me that you are there for a reason, and the counselor is doing a good job. The fact that you squelched it tells me that you need a little more time to trust the counselor with your pain. That's okay. You'll get there -- and don't be surprised if your counselor noticed, but didn't push you because of the time frame.
I studied counseling at one point, and also went to one of the counselors at school for a little while to help me deal with some issues that were about to happen in my life. . . One day I walked in, and out ran a friend of mine, in a whirwind of tears. I don't even know if she saw me as she flew by. I would have held her. .. . and knowing what shape she was in, I would have waited 1/2 hour and had a short session, or gone without so she could have had more time to deal with whatever it was. . . . and I have always felt badly that the counselor stuck to "the schedule".
(I quit going very soon after that, because the counselor was following a fairly common path of digging into my past when my issues were looming in 2 weeks time and I had big decisions to make. And she wasn't paying any attention to the fact that those decisions were why I came to counseling to get some help. I couldn't see paying for help I wasn't getting and I didn't have time to dig into my childhood and learn about my deceased father -- I had to deal with a living and breathing ex-husband who wanted custody of my kids.)
It sounds to me like the process is working, and trust is building, and one day you may cry during a session -- but notice that there is a box of kleenex in there somewhere. Almost EVERYONE cries during therapy at some time or another. And that's okay.
Heck, for 8 years after I got divorced, I cried in church -- regularly. Every time I felt very close to God, it was like falling off a bike -- you get hurt, but you suck it up and don't cry -- until you see Mom coming to get you -- and then you burst into tears, and admit that it hurts so much, you might die of it! And that's how it was with me and God. Everytime I let my defenses down, and truly felt his presence, I unloaded a little more of my pain, and it flowed out my eyes. (And, yes, my children thought it was funny . . . and now we all laugh at how easily I cry)
You will get through this, and you'll come out a winner on the other side. :-) Hang in !