My son is in his thirties, unemployed, and lives at home as a shut-in with no job experience or romantic relationships. He spends all day in the room he was given as a child, and my daughter's friends call him 'the guy who lives in the kid's room' (laughs)... Even so, to his mother, he is her beloved child. That kind-hearted, gentle boy is just a bit clumsy... 'Have confidence! You have your mom with you!'
