Am I helping or hindering?

In the last few weeks it has become fairly evident that Trin would be perfectly happy to stay home. All the time. She has found a place where she is happy, safe, comfortable - you know, all the good stuff. There isn't anything at home that causes her anxiety. And every day she pushes a little harder to not have to leave the house. She doesn't want to go to school. She doesn't want to go to daycare. She doesn't want to go to the store. She is perfectly happy to stay home indefinitely.
And I want so very badly to let her. I want to quit my job and stay home with this amazing girl all day and see the happy and safe girl. The girl who has made amazing progress over the last year. The girl who barely exhibits AS signs any more. I want to hang out with her because she is awesome. And I want to help keep this girl at the forefront and say goodbye to the girl with tummy aches and heart aches and fear. I don't want to ever hear again about how she was picked on or how school "takes so long" or how her friends were mean to her. I want that little girl to never come out again because she breaks my heart whenever I see her.
Yet it is the opposite.
Instead of holing up in our house and me keeping her safe from the world and all of the world's stupid meanness, I have to stick her right out into it and teach her to cope.
And that sucks.