Welcome. Very interesting too. I would say I have a schizoid style --- although hopefully not a disorder. I think it does become more of a disorder when I am in deep pain, because the greater the pain the less I am likely to express it as if I really were in pain. I cut off from it and lose the words that would give me credibility, it seems. I believe the likely cause of this adjustment was Rhodesia, where I was brought up, and my parents' child-raising philosophy (often cold, but especially icy should I experience a crisis, which they punished me for experiencing). But we were also brought up in a time of war, so everything was about getting a sense of proportion, which meant not playing up your emotions, or even referring to them. That would lead to losing ultimate control over the delicate situation of maintaining poise and equilibrium despite the terrorist war.
In any case, embracing the positives of our mental structure is very important. I find I am deeply fascinated by very small details like the texture of the soil where I am currently living. I think it reminds me of my gran's old property in Africa, as well as the horse stables I used to frequent. The relative dampness or dryness of the powdery soil, and the way the light plays on it at different times of the day gives me enormous and inexpressible delight. By contrast, these days I find most social interactions to be jarring.