Hmm...
Yeah, I think the label "Mid Life Crisis" is a hot button. If you said to your spouse, "You're having a mid-life crisis!" it would feel like their true angst is being minimized or made generic, when what they are feeling is unique to their own circumstances, and thus very colorful, very raw, very pointed, very terrifying.
And, there is no point in trying to be rational with someone who is in a panic, whose brain is not functional. They're not able to focus on linear explanations.
I think therapy with a skilled practitioner might help them with points of discovery, perhaps to skillfully integrate all the pieces of their fragmented thinking, to help them match their truths with all the right questions. But they have to be ready.
In replay, they're addicted to the high of their new passion, usually the OP. They're in a lot of pain otherwise.
You can tell a drug addict, "You're addicted to that drug. It's harmful to you. You have some issues to work on from your childhood." But it won't change the behavior, the cravings, the desire to flee from the very real pressures of any life, let alone a troubled life.
It's too painful for them to take a good hard look at all the destruction they've caused. The OP makes it feel better. The denial makes it acceptable--they can deal with it all another day.
And so they run and they run from the truth.
The funny thing is, I think the spouse knows so much more about the MLC'er than any other person on the face of the earth--maybe in a lot of ways more than the MLC'er even knows him or herself. We'd be ideal for helping to direct the therapist. I'm collecting my thoughts on my H's MLC--what may have led up to his eventual "break." I often think, wouldn't it be great to hand this letter off to a therapist as a starting point, or perhaps as background for H's IC? But even this is a work in progress--lots of remembering everything he told me about his childhood, his reactions to different incidents, etc. My theories are just theories. It's taking me a long time to come up with my ideas about abandonments he's suffered, insults he's taken, failures he's felt. I'm just an amateur with a personal interest. I can't imagine my husband wanting to do this work, and there are so many more details racing around in his head, so much more pain for him.
Hmm...
To love is to value. Only a rationally selfish man, a man of self-esteem, is capable of love—because he is the only man capable of holding firm, consistent, uncompromising, unbetrayed values. The man who does not value himself, cannot value anything or anyone. --Ayn Rand