Well damn, Shiney--I don't think he's Schizoid either, and I know she can't possibly mean that he's a Borderline personality disorder either. But, yeah--she told him borderline recluse and said most people with a MMPI like his go into jobs like FBI or whatever, but usually work alone or with another loner-kind of partner. Surprisingly, as much as he doesn't much like being around people alot, he's chosen people-oriented work.
What the heck would you call that funk he gets into and the extreme need for solutude? I think depression is part of it, but not all.
I wish I had a better idea of what is the problem, because we really have to deal with this in some kind of realistic way. I was even thinking of constructing some kind of sensory deprivation chamber out in the garage--and I'm not joking.
I am not extremely worried that he'll go out and cheat again. I think a far more likely scenario is that he'd go out for smokes one day and never return. I could see him building some tiny cabin up on the mountain and rarely coming down. Ugh--now that DOES sound like the Unibomber.
