I marvel how the mental health profession is so exquisitely clairvoyant that it not only mind reads entire population segments, that it knows, infallibly, how to remediate their alleged defects. Where is the proof of this shame theory and that a therapist’s contrived ministrations are its remedy? Some humans enjoy socializing; others enjoy books, research, hearth and projects. Do you expect entomologists intensely to study worlds by day then play hail fellow well met at night? Some humans have energy-draining physical ailments, some complicated to diagnose. What about adults who’ve long pushed past through childhood discomforts, but continue their introversion? What about older adults who “cocoon” as they age? Without our varied personalities, temperaments and risk tolerance, division of labor would be impossible. And who judges one personality style “unhealthy”? Maybe it’s the extroverts, attention-seeking, unreflective and hysterically fearful of solitude, who require remediation.