Some here may have followed recent ups & downs (well, downs) with my son Peter Pan. Tomorrow is his last scheduled day at the step-down house; he is completely noncompliant with the program, and they don't think I should continue to pay. He has known of this consequence for more than a week, and has done nothing other than to insist that I need to set him up (this would be for the 4th time) in a situation where he can take one class at the local college in order to have a "college lifestyle." I won't do that; without a support system in place, it's a guaranteed failure. And he's simply running the clock down, refusing to engage with staff about alternatives, refusing to contemplate the homeless shelter that awaits him. Tomorrow will be in the teens in our state, and as far as anyone knows he will be on the street. He will surely use this planned panic to try to bully me into bringing him home or supporting an expensive scheme that involves neither therapy nor productive work or real education. "Narcissistic character disorder" is now the chief diagnosis, a label I'd have been happy to assign many months ago. He is also on a very sensitive cocktail of antidepressant medications and no one can realistically imagine his self-medicating responsibly. At the same time the p-doctor doesn't think he's ill enough to be sent (this would be the 6th time) to the hospital. So basically I am on pins and needles, praying that I can hold my ground and that no one, particularly Peter Pan, gets hurt. I can't concentrate on anything--and yet this could be just the start of a new, even more painful chapter, so I need to get some distance! All help appreciated.