Strange dream: teaching money management to a developmentally disabled woman

 In the dream, I am recommended by a student of mine to teach basic money management skills to a developmentally disabled woman. I meet with the woman--a heavy-set blonde with Downs--and a nurse, also female, sitting with them in a restaurant, and watch the nurse explain to the woman about her income and the portion that has to go to her caregiver (or such; I forget the word used, but it was a paid position, with the caregiver apparently using some of this money to pay the woman's bills). She writes out other expenses, tries to show the woman how to add the figures together and subtract from the income and such; but the nurse (a social worker would make more sense but the dream was the dream, you know?) doesn't really explain to me what this person's difficulties are, what part is hard for her to understand, and presents the figures, when explaining them, as if the woman will understand already what they mean, without making sure I'm also following, so in fact, *I* don't entirely understand what they mean: for example, what does the portion of the income that goes to the caregiver actually cover? Does rent come out of that? Plus my own money management skills are lacking, so I'm not sure if there are things that this woman needs to understand that I myself do not understand; I am left with notes of figures on a page, entirely unclear how to proceed. 

That's the first meeting with them; for the second meeting, it's just the nurse and I, and she gets angry with me for clearly not understanding things, and storms away into the back of the restaurant. I begin to realize that she is also lacking the skills to do what needs to be done, that she has stresses on her back borne of not knowing, not understanding. I go over my notes and slowly start to piece together the job that I'm supposed to do: there are a few "aha" moments that make sense with what I witnessed, and I go into the back of the restaurant to find her and bring her back to the table, so I can show her that I get it. Or at least that I think I get it. I begin to formulate plans for lessons, exercises to teach the woman how to do what is needed. Sure, I can do this job! It just took me a little while to understand what the problem was...