The last time I saw my daughter was when I delivered the dining room set to her. It was also the last time I heard from her. She broke her phone in the move so I can't even leave her a message. I refuse to go to her work like a supplicant. So, I have no clue if she has a job, how things are going in the apartment, nothing. I know I'll hear from her if she gets into real dire straits. I might hear from her before that if she gets her act together enough to get her cat. In the meantime, I fret, I shed an occasional tear and, most of all, I get along with my life. Reactive Attachment Disorder (RAD) truly stinks. I know the steps she'll take. I know the manipulations. I know her games intimately. Your typical kid moves out, works on getting some semblance of life together and then calls home to say hi, etc. A Reactive Attachment Disorder (RAD) kid lets you hang as long as humanly possible. It really is out of sight, out of mind. The only time I will hear anything is when she wants or needs something. Even then, she'll see if she can con stuff from others first. There's always a chance I'll make her work for things here ... like make her come and get them. So, basically, nothing new in this neck of the woods. Just the same old worries and frustrations.