I am a rabbit holer. I can end up trapped down in a warren of all sorts. Because it’s connected to my ADHD the second I get bored it all goes away and doesn’t “stick” as part of my identity, a tribe I belong to or a hill I remain committed to dying on.
DH had no idea how to get me out when I was off on an extended burrowing session, and I had no idea I was on one. Blah, blah long story, got diagnosed. Discovered coping strategies, how to recognise my behaviour patterns and what sort of brakes I could apply.
The best one for me has now been renamed “touching grass”. I need to be off-line A LOT. Out in nature as far as work and commitments allow. With real live “in person” humans who aren’t on screens. Meanwhile Adult DS goes and fucks about with my youtube algorithm so I get lots of baby skunks, funny cat, “how to bullet journal” (not that I ever will), wholesome gardening videos suggested.
I can do the reset for myself now, but it’s been a quite a few years. I’d say it’s a lot on the plate for just one human to help covertly shunt somebody into a reset (any not everybody is easily resettable), so if he has any family or friends willing to help nudge him back to Real Life that would be a real help.
I’m promising nothing, because humans are messy, complicated individuals. No solution is one size fits all. In fact, there are no solutions, only trade-offs, because everything comes with a costs, unintended consequences and benefits ratio of its own. But as a practical attempt at doing something, anything, to get him back from the rabbit warren this one has decent track record for some of the people, some of the time.
And big, fat, massive hug. I’d much rather have to live in me, than with me. It has got to be so much harder for the person who can see very clearly what is happening (while the rabbit-holing spouse is happily blinded to the mess they are in and the hurt that causes to those who love them.)