<p>It’s a hard question to answer. I didn’t go to therapy at the time (though I probably should have and would recommend it.) My parents were disappointed, baffled, and of course angry–we aren’t rich so that was a real blow to our finances. Damningly, I went to community college for a quarter and did the exact same thing I’d done at the four-year school. Well, looking back, of course I did . . . the problem was still there, I was still handling challenges the same way. The way you describe your daughter, “running and hiding” when things got tough, would have described me exactly.</p>
<p>In my case, I eventually got a minimum wage job and worked there for several years. Working matured me because there, when I screwed up, I couldn’t just hide at home and not go back. If I wanted to keep earning money, I had to face up to things when I did something wrong or made an error and try to fix things. Basically, the job provided practice in facing problems and I gradually learned to deal with challenges in better, healthier ways. I stopped expecting myself to be perfect ALL THE TIME, I stopped regarding every error as the end of the world or expecting myself to be “smart enough” never to make a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes!</p>
<p>So the job was useful, but at the same time I hated it because it was very repetitive and dull. The more bored I got there, the more I thought about returning to school. For a long time I put it off because “I’m too old” or “they wouldn’t want me because I flunked out” until one day I thought to myself, “So you will be XX years old when you finish . . . If you wait another year you’ll be XX+1. What are you WAITING for?” I quit my job and returned to school and am doing great (3.68 GPA despite the fact that the flunked quarter of CC is still on my transcript–I went back to the same CC) and will be transferring next fall. More important than my GPA, I’m happy with my life, happy to be learning, and excited about the future.</p>
<p>That was my journey. And it had to be my journey; no one could have taken it for me. But my parents did help by making it clear they still loved me. Therapy would probably have gotten me through it more quickly, but my parents were old school “therapy is for crazy people” sorts. I would say talk to your daughter, make it clear that you still love her, that lots of people flunk out, that there are always second chances. Tell her that when you run into a problem, it’s better to face it when it’s still small. If you hide from it, it will only grow. Don’t be surprised if she needs to discover that for herself, though.</p>
<p>Edit: I also moved out of my parents’ house and supported myself in an apartment for several years, and that matured me too–paying rent, utilities, etc. I was also paying off my student loans for the education at the college I never even graduated from, which both drove home how long debt can stretch and also the monetary value of an education. Luckily I hadn’t taken TOO much out and was able to pay it off early by upping the amount of my payments. (The minimum payment was $50, by the end I was paying $400 a month because I wanted that albatross around my neck to be gone.)</p>