<p>Hi!</p>
<p>I wanted to check in, first to thank everyone who posted their observations, suggestions, and experiences. I found each one to be thoughtful and encouraging. I wanted to wait to post this response until we had passed through the entire summer experience so that it would seem more complete, and so I would have passed through the entire season of feelings and emotions that accompany this process.</p>
<p>To bring you up-to-date….</p>
<p>As the summer progressed, my DS continued in complete denial that he needed to make decisions and gather his belongings together for the upcoming fall term. While he is an athlete, he is definitely not on steroids…but thanks for the warning. DS has been working with a home-based counselor for most of this year to help alleviate his anxiety and move him forward with confidence. Believe it or not, that has helped. The counselor believes that moving away to college and being forced to live my physically and emotionally independent of us will help. The counselor believes that the majority of the behavior issues we have seen have been on off-shoot of the extreme discomfort and anxiety he feels as he anticipates moving out more on his own. The counselor believes that DS is a healthy, well-balanced, but extremely fearful and anxious young man, who over time and in a relatively controlled (safeguarded) environment should do just fine. Our mutual expectations for DS is that he tough it out for a year or so, trying to do the best he can to survive on his own without any particular hope of a certain outcome. The counselor will be in regular contact with DS (phone, email, IM, in person) to be a familiar lifeline for him. DS will also be part of a proactive student academic support program.</p>
<p>As the summer progressed, DS became more frantic about seeing and being with his friends. Even though he was behind, <em>way</em> behind, in his college preparations, we decided to accommodate this heavy bonding as a stress reliever and as a way to deal with the frustration and anxiety. As the final weeks at home came and went, we experienced an exquisite poignancy in our interactions. With the realization on both sides that the end of this time of our lives was nearing, our interactions became more emotional and more elaborately ritualistic…each day, each talk, and each increasingly frequent hug becoming a deep expression and hope, sorrow, and love. While the anger was still there, it seemed to diminish as the resignation to the outcome and the futility of the nature of our current actions took the driver’s seat in our dealings with each other.</p>
<p>We drove our DS at school yesterday. We were all exhausted. We had stayed up past 4:30am to finish packing (again, a byproduct of the denial and procrastination that earmarked this past summer). Once we arrived on campus, there was a significant delay checking in. DS, who had earlier in the week admitted that he was “overwhelmed”, tried to be fairly outgoing to find and engage fellow freshmen he had met on the Internet or upon arriving on campus. He seemed really paralyzed and anxious though…and I’m sure other students felt that vibe (hopefully it won’t hurt his making good friends and fitting in socially…because he really is a great and caring person). Rather than leave him in his hot dorm room (the A/C we brought didn’t seem to cool the place down enough…and there were BTU size restrictions so that was the best we could do), with mounds of stuff to unpack, and feeling lost and under the weather (in his last days at home, DS picked up a cold), Dad and I set about settling him in so that he would have time for all the required orientation activities (we thought there were way too many for move-in day). The way the orientation was planned, there was really no time just to be together…and this hurt DS the most. Out of justifiable necessity, we were forced to stay beyond the “good-bye” deadline set by the college. As DS was rushing from one required activity to another, he realized that Dad and I would be leaving before he returned. You could tell he was hoping we could stay a bit, but then realized we could not. His eyes filled with tears (and this is the child who <em>never</em> displays such emotions) and he rushed into my arms sobbing. It was obvious that he was not relishing this college experience one bit. I held my melting DS and tried to find the words to comfort him and give him the courage to face this new challenge. In spite of the terrible summer we were just completing, I dug deep into my heart and told him how much his father and I loved him, how proud we were of him, how we understood that this had been a very difficult summer for him, and that we knew that he was very capable of stepping out on his own. I told him there would be periods of discomfort and uncertainty, but that he would soon gain the ability to be comfortable in his discomfort. I told him that there were many people there to support him, and that he needed to reach out to them, and that his dad and I would always be there for him anytime day or night. Unfortunately, he was so overwhelmed with all the details of managing a life that I’m not sure he heard all of my words. Then my husband and son hugged and more tears all around. Then, DS came back to me and there were more hugs and tears all around. And, we said our good-byes and we watched each other fade into the distance as DS joined his comrades for another round of meetings.</p>
<p>As DH and I drove away we felt like we had just, in the most inhumane manner, dropped off a beloved family pet (and please excuse the awkwardness of this analogy) to be euthanized. And that that poor beast just looked at us with the saddest of eyes as if to ask why. This was the heartbreaking part for us. We expected that we would be shedding tears because we missed the part that our son would play in our lives, but we found ourselves shedding tears because we felt that we were being disloyal to him and hurting him. We waxed philosophical for quite some time on the journey home, reassuring ourselves that this was a necessary step to manhood for him, and that we had done the right thing. Later when we arrived home, as we had promised, we called our son. While his voice was still a little tentative, it appeared that in our absence he had tried to move forward by setting up his computer and “nesting” a bit. We slept fitfully and have awoken to face our new challenge.</p>
<p>Thanks, again, to everyone who took the time to read this very long thread and to give their heartfelt comments. Each one was and is much appreciated.</p>
<p>Good luck to each of you as you make your own homespun journeys.</p>
<p>Love, Sage</p>