I am completely the opposite to that and think it started when I was forced to go to church as a child and when ever there was silence, my tummy would start making horrible noises and I grew panicky when the silence went on, because my tummy would react and get even louder and so, I spent all that time, trying in vain to hold my tummy noises and thus, created a pattern and CANNOT STAND SILENCE. As soon as I get home, on goes my music and yes, at top volume too; whereas my husband, who is an nt is loves silence.
To me, silence is deafening. And yes, I have always found silence in a room full of people to be very awkward. When people start chatting in a dr's surgery, I can breath easier, but when there is silence, I suddenly find myself go into panic mode and tummy starts singing. I have tried to see the humor in it, but just cannot.