In her own home for good?
Mrs V. is currently staying in a shelter. Before that, her journey went through all imaginable highs and lows: from rest homes to hospitals, from living on the streets to shelters, and vice-versa - until finally, after several years, she was able to move back into her own home.
Humor, a valuable tool
For quite some time now we’ve accompanied Ms. J., first when she still lived on the street and now in her own home. Although socially inclined, she also got us used to periods of complete silence. In such moments there is no point in even trying to see her.
A new man
Mister M. is someone with a lot of qualities – but far too often ignored or underestimated by the people around him. Just dig a bit deeper and you’ll find a smart and determined Mister M.
It’s now a few months ago that I started working at Street Nurses.
Whenever I mention this, I am often asked if my work is not too difficult.
The question puzzles me each time, and my answer is always the same: no, my work is not too difficult.
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.