One question she had to grade was essentially, "What's something you want your teacher to know about you?"
It was an essay answer, and she was supposed to grade it on grammar, etc. Just the mechanical aspects of writing. (The real question explained the details more, but that was the core of the question.)
She saw answers that would make you weep.
"My daddy touches me."
"I haven't eaten today. I don't know when I'm going to eat again."
Stuff like that.
And my mother was going to be the only human who ever saw their responses. Their teacher had no chance to see their responses, just my mom.
So she goes to her supervisor and asks, "What can we do to help these kids?"
The supervisor said there was nothing you can do. Just grade the answers.