Silence, but not passing over

I am always haunted by Wittgenstein's remark - 'That which we cannot speak of, we must pass over in silence'.  For me it is so frustrating that there may be experiences we have, whole lives spent which cannot be described.  And it not always because we do not have the words, as in the case of pain or in some cases of dementia, some of this is simply finding a way of describing although finding the way is no easy task!

There is something even worse than that silence, and that is the silence enforced by social conditions.  Others do not speak of pain (or indeed pleasure) or dementia because it would just be 'unseemly' not fitting 'pleasant conversation', this has always been a puzzle for me.  I can understand that not everybody wants to talk about it ALL of the time, whatever it may be, but NEVER, this I cannot understand.

Some people say I talk too much - after all I am writing a blog, and may be they are right, but the idea frightens me that description is limited lack of words, but the permission of expressing them.