How long does it take for the OMG-he's-out-on-his-own, sick, stomach flipping, paralyzing anxiety, he's really going to mess this up terror to go away?? I called the TLP to talk to thank you and they told me he'd gone "out". OK, this is the goal, this is what he's supposed to be doing but holy cow... I felt just ill. He just called, having borrowed a peer's phone to let me know he'd gone to the beach. Again, what he's supposed to be doing, using public transportation, doing age-appropriate things. He sounded happy and proud, and I *will* be nominated for an Oscar for my supportive mom performance but I'm literally shaking. Breathing, breathing, breathing... and trying to remember this is a good thing for him but good heavens, it's terrifying! How long does it take to get comfortable with your kid's freedom? Do you ever *not* want to just hurl? Honestly, I think I'm possibly having a panic attack here.