My T and I went over how to break with them - at least in terms of never living with them again - for quite a while and he had practical suggestions and plans. I had developed a serious eating disorder the summer before while living with them, and relapsed every time I went home on a break. My T suggested telling them that my doctor wanted me to stay in the college town I lived in for the summer and breaks because he wanted me to continue care with him (something about continuity of care or something). That was what finally made them loosen the stranglehold. I had to stay in my town because the doctor said so.

Getting a job during college and making do on what you earn is really rough, but was a life safer for me. I quite literally survived on $8000 income in a year. I lost weight and there were many things I could not do, but I did it and was healthier and happier.