In Ondaatje's Running in the Family (an amazing book - highly recommended), the father at one point describes a persistent delusion where his family is surrounded by a cloud of poison gas, but he's the only one that can see it, and if he tells the others, they'll become aware and be poisoned by it. It's a tragic and remarkable image for a man whose toxic alcoholism has seriously compromised his ability to be a good father to his family. Sometimes, I feel similarly about climate change, that there's a gathering poisonous cloud that we're really not taking seriously.
When I do env ed programs with students on stormwater runoff and habitat, part of me feels they'd be better served if we were teaching wilderness survival skills - how to build shelter and stay warm. When I plant native plants and create habitat, I wonder how likely they are to survive the coming climate instability which is apparently locked in.