My son is unemployed and in his 30s. He lives at home and is a shut-in, with no experience of employment or romance. He spends all day in the room he was given as a child, and I don't remember the last time we ate together at the table... But to his mother, he's a cute child. He's a good-natured, shy, gentle boy, but he's just clumsy... "Have confidence! You've got your mother by your side!!"