ABSTRACT
In response to a question about what he meant, he replied, “My wife and I get along fine and our sex life is great. Doctor, I can see you raising your eyebrow. Let me explain. Once or twice a week I leave my office and drive toward home on the expressway. I’ll have the radio on and I will be thinking about the events of the day. I never know when it will happen, but, like I said, once or twice a week, a funny thing happens. Without thinking about it, I take a wrong exit. And then it starts. I go into “autopilot.” I start driving aimlessly until I am lost in a neighborhood I have never been to and to which I would never go. I drive until I am lost and can’t remember how I got there. I drive until I see a house with a light on or some sign that someone is home, smoke coming from the chimney, the sight of someone through the blinds, but never with a car in the driveway. This part always feels like it takes forever but never takes long. l am sweating by this time because I know what is coming. By this point there is nothing I can do to stop. I find the right house. I always park right in front of the house and sit there for a minute. The radio is off now. All I can hear is my own breathing. I get out of the car and walk to the front door. I try the door knob. I don’t know why, but it is usually open. I go in without knocking or making any noise. I get into the front closet. Most houses like this have front coat closets.
