a psychologist was asked to offer psychological couselling to a group of cambodian refugees - boat people - who'd recently arrived in her city. despite being an exceptional psychologist (exceptional enough to have been asked to do this), she was terribly daunted by the task. these cambodians had suffered the worst of what humans can inflict on each other - genocide, rape, torture, starvation, the murder of their relatives before their eyes, long years in refugee camps, dangerous boat trips on which people died and corpses were fed to sharks - what could she - a middle-class westerner with a master's degree in psychology - offer these people in terms of help? how could she possible relate to their suffering? but once she met the refugees and they had the chance to see a counsellor, what did every one of them want to talk about..?
"i met this guy when i was living in the refugee camp and we fell in love and i thought he really loved me but then we were separated on different boats and he took up with my cousin and now he's married to her but he says he really loves me and he keeps calling me and i know i should tell him to go away but i still love him and i can't stop thinking about him and i don't know what to do..."
this is what we're all like.
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