The reaction I have to it is revulsion and anger like you would get for a friend who’s telling you this. You’re approaching it from a place of empathy, but you just can’t quite understand it like someone who’s been in their shoes can. But the response is still an empathetic one, it’s just one of anger, grief and dismay. Those are very uncomfortable. These sorts of books make me pace with anguish because even if you can’t help the character, you feel that desperate need to help the many people who are experiencing similar things.