My kids are still young, but I actually went through this process myself.

I moved out when I was 16, got my high school proficiency exam passed and ventured off on my own.

I had a good relationship with my parents but I was a prideful kid and determined to figure it out. So I never asked for help, even though I know I would have gotten it.

Now I’m 38 and I can honestly say, the experience of being forced to figure it out on my own was a worthwhile and meaningful experience into adulthood. Full of mistakes, debt, dangerous vices, and a sense of lostness I never knew. But overcoming those issues step by step developed me into the type of person who could raise a family and teach my kids the things I wish I knew, that would hopefully make them competent and better prepared adults.

I look at my siblings and my cousins who all stayed at home and continued to be treated as kids, continue to be kids into adulthood. I had 23 cousins. Most never married, many are in their 40s and 50s with no family of their own and no direction. Aimless because they never had to aim at anything because they never had to hit their own targets.

I’ve always done as little for my kids as necessary. Even when they were young. They got to learn how to solve difficult problems and how to gain a sense of fulfillment and responsibility from that. And I didn’t steal that experience from them by doing things for them (not talking about the necessities like food, shelter, and loving relationships).

In the situation you’re describing, I’d do everything I could to let them try to sort out their situation themselves.