At the other extreme, I knew a man of seventy who lived with his parents and worked for his ninety-five-year-old father in the family business. No insecurities for him—that is, so long as he kept his life within the tiny circle of his familiar childhood world and excluded alien experiences, such as mature relationships and a real career. Those are extreme examples, of course, but most of us can find in our lives some vestige of the transition to living on our own.
