I think about the kinds of resources I was exposed to during my time at Cornell and in Boston. I think about how teachers, researchers, scientists do interventions to help such specific groups of people. Eight grade females with learning disabilities, or something.
I’m not saying that each group doesn’t deserve the attention that it gets. I’m not even saying that I begrudge them that attention – although I’ll be honest, on rough days, I’m not always sure. I’m not even saying that I think that here, we are profoundly lacking just because we don’t have those resources, yet.
It’s just that the nature of what we do has exposed us, already, in the first six weeks of work, to so many problems. So many unsolvable problems. So much pain. We do the best we can, always, but the limits of how much we’re able to help are so clear.