<p>fauxmaven, first, you need a (((hug))). Having a kid who’s unhappy is just the worst.</p>
<p>I’m simply going to answer your original question, without knowing how much is applicable to your situation. Take from it whatever is helpful, discard the rest. </p>
<p>My D was desperately unhappy during her freshman year. We realized too late that she just wasn’t ready to leave home yet; she was young and, in some ways, immature. She was sure that no one at her college liked her, she didn’t fit in, she pined for her friends back home and her boyfriend going to school across the country. She kept her grades up (a blessing!) but told us every single day how much she hated it and wanted to come home. </p>
<p>During spring semester, she hatched a plan: She would do her soph year at our local community college, and then transfer to a state public close to home. Since she would be walking away from a very good aid package, we insisted that she figure out the finances, which she did. We also gave her a list of things she needed to think through, especially the difficulty of breaking into established social groups as a junior. I had nightmares of her repeating the same social-isolation scenario at the second school.</p>
<p>Before she came home for the summer, she got a leave of absence rather than withdrawing, having at least the sense to not slam the door before she was sure she’d have someplace else to go. But when she came home she was 90% sure she wouldn’t return.</p>
<p>As the summer progressed, though, things started to change. She found that, while she still enjoyed her old friends, they just weren’t as close anymore. At the same time, she missed the people from college; it turns out that she had made some connections, and kept in touch via IM and even skype with several people. Early in the summer, she and the boyfriend broke up (don’t underestimate the powerful pull of a distant boyfriend; my D very nearly chucked her college education so that she could be with HIM). By mid-summer, she was saying that she would “probably” go back and on the day school started again, she was moaning that she wished she were there!</p>
<p>But the leave couldn’t be reversed for fall semester so she stayed home, working part-time, and taking a few classes at the community college. Early on, she applied for re-entry for spring semester. She saw a counsellor during that summer and fall, because I believed that she had been depressed; I also thought she would benefit from professional advice on dealing with her social issues. When she finally went back in January, the difference from freshman year was night and day. After a couple of days of nervousness, she plunged into the social scene and never looked back. She’s now a very happy junior there.</p>
<p>So, the semester off worked out beautifully for us, for several reasons. First and maybe most important, she just needed that extra time to grow up a little more. Also, it gave her time and space to think through the situation, to realize what she’d be losing if she left, to think about what she could have done differently to help herself. Another essential thing was that she used the time to address her emotional issues with a counsellor.</p>
<p>Long after this was all resolved, D said to me, “You and Dad were great when I was going through all of that.” I was shocked. We were bundles of misery and totally unsure how to handle it; hadn’t she seen that? I asked why, and she said simply, “I always knew you believed in me.” That was it. Somehow we hid our fears and doubts and managed to communicate confidence, and that’s what she clung to. Don’t get sucked into the vortex right along your D. Be her anchor, and believe in her.</p>