@Vermillion-Rx

Based on the infographic, yes. Although I am not sure it would rise to the level of an actual diagnosis.

When I went through my divorce, and learned what I learned about my mother, my sister, and my mother in law, AND my sister in law - and the shit they did and said behind my back...

It was like an out-of-body experience.

Keep in mind, it was ME who asked for the divorce. And it was ME who had the grievances.

Didn't matter. Women stick together - even against their own blood. They do not understand loyalty whatsoever. I will never trust a woman again the way I naively did before.

And most of the symptom listed - let's just say I can relate. It was fairly brief, but the symptoms lasted a while.

Here's a question that sort of dovetails with your OP Vermillion:

Have you ever cried a really ugly cry? I don't mean buggers, tears, and awkwardness on the outside. I mean the very dark evil nasty ugly part of your very fucking soul. The part of you that, when it gets broken you know it is never coming back.

During the time I mention above, I was driving from my parent's house, and all this shit hit me at once. It was like the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. Just one thing after another - and I don't mean hard times, or difficulties, i mean serious unforgivable betrayals.

Red Pill Rage does not even come close to explaining this feeling. And this was way beyond black pill anything.

I had fundamentally changed. And I knew the old me would never return.

I have written about this before, and the way it felt to me was like they had killed the innocent little boy that was inside me. Always willing to protect, and please others, and take care of people. I could shoulder all the burdens with a smile. The upbeat little dude that always wanted to make things fun, light, and happy no matter how bad the circumstances.

I (metaphorically) watched that little dude bleed out right in front of me. And there was nothing I could do to stop it. Things went in slow motion. I felt that out of body thing. Call it dissociation if you will. But I don't ever want to feel that way again. It is best for those around me that I never cry like that again.

They killed my best self. Now we are all left with this version of me. And while I still function in many ways like I did before - I am NOT the same man.

Anyone reading this who has experienced this sort of thing knows exactly what I am talking about.

I am not a good man. Not sure if I ever was one. But I try really hard to be one. And that little guy that used to live inside me is now dead. All I have now is his memory.

So back to the OP , yes. I know that feeling. And I would make a bet that most mass murderers (and other "Crimes of passion") are borne of such feelings.

One would think that society would want to address this.