Eastman soldiered on with his little family in tow. He received his first doctoral degree from Harvard in 1963, and launched into college teaching and administration, moving from Iowa to Vancouver, then Boston to Buffalo, and finally to New York City. But external geography is incidental to George Eastman’s more significant internal journey. When he began working toward a second Ph.D. in clinical psychology at NYU, the breakups — of his first marriage and of his psyche — began in earnest. As a newly licensed therapist, he underwent the first long stint of psychoanalysis while leading a double life as a practicing lothario. Sex became an addiction. A subsequent self-reinvention led him to organize a hippie commune in Maine, a critical experience for him in unraveling the mystery of his condition and its eventual diagnosis as schizoid personality disorder. Eastman fiercely pursued several careers, two marriages, and waged a lifelong struggle to emerge from a self-imposed solitary confinement. Complex and often misdiagnosed, the schizoid dynamic has not been fully explored in psychoanalytic literature. Eastman’s determination to understand it by force of intellect (a defining feature) and his unflinching efforts to come to grips with it personally have supported his work with patients over the years. Dr. Eastman continues in the private clinical practice he established in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in 1982. He teaches at the Berklee College of Music, and shares a rich and rewarding life with friends, family, and his life partner. As in adolescence when a passion for singing in a choir offered respite from isolation, Eastman still lends his mellow voice to informal gatherings. As painting and poetry once provided him a therapeutic outlet and the beginnings of clarity, Eastman has used the process of writing this memoir to embrace recovery, new wisdom and joy.