Yes, and thank goodness they did. It was an inadequate intervention, which is why I called my memoir, “When We Were At Your Mercy.” What they didn’t do was have enough funding to address the underlying reasoning why my parents were so poor: their mental illnesses. My father should have been assessed and treated for his schizoaffective disorder, especially as a veteran. My mother ended up being assessed, because she randomly went into a Catholic church (she has never been Catholic), and the priest sent her to a psychiatrist. The system was painfully slow in reacting to the situation, and didn’t have the resources it needed to make a decent assessment/intervention, but it started to make sure we had food, shelter, and other basic needs.