My daughter went into a care home at the age of 22. It was a big adjustment for her, and she didn't settle overnight, but over time she eventually settled in really well. For me, the real joy is that I've stopped being her "carer" and gone back to being her "mum". Sure I still go to some hospital appointments with her, but mostly when I see her it's to do something fun like go out for lunch or a bit of girly shopping. Her sisters go round and take her out, too, and she has deepened her relationship with them no end. She comes home for the day every Sunday and for us it has been an entirely positive experience of letting her go, even though it wasn't easy to start with.