In honor of Mr. J.
What a week! I must say that you made me feel very much alive with a cocktail of emotions: you made me laugh till I cried – but also severely tested my patience.
An eventful medical appointment
In this early spring, we have an appointment with Ms. V. We’ll accompany her to the hospital for an important examination. Her knee is getting much worse and she can hardly walk.
Being late is therefore out of the question.
A blossoming smile, a rekindled flame
Suzanne has lived on the streets of Brussels for 12 years. Thanks to intensive support from street nurses, and in collaboration with various other organisations, she now lives in a house since four years. She has just joined the "My Way" project.
"You will never be able to rehouse him"
Mr T.*, 65, lived isolated in a tent for years. Suffering from psychological problems, he was so disconnected from reality that his hygiene had become appalling. Moving with him was quite an epic journey because his smell was unbearable and his behaviour could be problematic. We were even told: "You will never be able to put him in housing".
This week we have done a “team exchange”. This means that I, who am usually inactive in street work, have joined the “housing” team.
The need to get out of it
Today I accompanied Mr J to the hospital for his pre-admission interview. It’s now almost two years that I have known him. This morning he is nervous but not less determined to stop his excessive drinking habit.
My friend lost the key to his apartment!
When we arrived at Madame I.'s apartment, we found Mr. T. asleep on his doorstep. We woke him up slowly, and he told us that he’d spent the night there.
How did those people end up homeless?
Talking about my job helping people experiencing ‘homelessness’ prompts many responses.
Somewhere quiet, free from annoying neighbours
Mr. N.* is middle-aged. He is at an age where one laughs at one’s past life and starts to dread the inevitability of the future. Mr N. talks about the looming ‘deadline’, but with humour, and with a sardonic smile at the one certain thing that awaits us all.
Mister V. and his room mates
Mr V.* is a patient we have been following for several years, first in the street, then in housing. He is a very charming gentleman, with his heart on his hand.
Breaking the routine of many years
Mr. G.*, he is a patient who touches me very much. He reminds me a little of my grandfather, among other things because he is elderly.
I could tell you...
Today, I would like to tell you a part of Mr. J*’s story. So much could be said. I could tell you what a complex and confusing man he is. Exhausting at times.