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Accepter de se faire aider c’est accepter sa perte d’autonomie et les difficultés rencontrées au quotidien. Il n’est pas facile d’accepter de dépendre d’un tiers dans les actes de la vie quotidienne et il arrive parfois que certaines personnes se refusent de dire à leurs proches qu’elles n’arrivent plus à faire certaines choses par crainte de devoir quitter leur logement, de se sentir tributaire d’un tiers, d’être comme « dépossédées » de leur vie, par fierté ou honte…
Développer la relation d’aide et le pourquoi se faire aider ?
La relation d’aide peut se définir comme une relation entre deux personnes dont une accompagne l’autre. Elle suppose une écoute attentive, un soutien actif et vise à aider la personne dépendante à trouver/retrouver ou maintenir une certaine autonomie.
La relation d’aide s’intègre dans une relation de confiance où l’aidant est là pour « faire un bout de chemin » avec la personne à aider, en l’accompagnant dans la vie quotidienne. Accompagner ce n’est pas « faire à la place de » mais « faire avec » à chaque fois que cela est possible et en respectant les habitudes de la personne.
Un travail de Titan lorsqu'il s'agit de quelqu'un de très proche .Sûrement une belle victoire quand les deux tombent d'accord sur ce nouveau bout de chemin à faire ensemble . Des projets peuvent de nouveau se dessiner .
Rear Admiral Tony Dalton, Head of Helicopter Systems Division-Defence for the Royal Australian Navy, accepts the aircraft logbook from Captain (S) A.C. Lynch, U.S. Navy, to signify the acceptance of the first MH-60R helicopters on Dec. 10, 2014. Following acceptance, the helicopters traveled to Jacksonville, Florida to begin training.
There's a purpose and definition to my train of thoughts as I stumble on clumsy limbs and gently rub the sleep from my as yet reawakened eyes. Is stupid o'clock and even the birds nesting in the overhead cliff face are still gargling prior to the cacophony of their dawn chorus as the light from the glorious sunrise awakens my senses and fills me with a euphoric wave of well-being that catches me off guard emotionally. There are tears in my eye. Must be the salty sea mist hitting my face. There can be no other explanation that this Heathen heart can contemplate or accept.
You are on my mind.
Damn it, if truth be known then you seldom stray from the realms of my inward contemplation, my introspective analysis of data and actions from the wreckage of my life. I'm standing on the deliciously wet golden sands at six in the morning, unshaven, hair blowing in the deceptively aggressive breeze, dirty Nike's and jogging bottoms that billow in the wind, a tee shirt that neither covers my flesh nor affords me any sense of warmth or protection from the ravages of the icy cold that causes my nipples to harden and goose bumps to take the flesh on my limbs unwilling prisoner. I couldn't sleep again. The clock hands ticked around that big round face with monotonous precision, eyes wide open and brain buzzing with questions, none of which my stupid brain could answer. Shadows on the wall from the gap in the curtains playing tricks with my mind as Spunky the tabby cat rolled over onto his back, nuzzled up to my side for warmth and protection, and gave a contented yelp as he stretched out his paws and went in search of a few more zeds in those twenty two out of every twenty four that he sleeps.
So here I am, standing in the dampness as the tide begins to chase the horizon, each incoming wave leaving behind a veil of white foam that slowly crackles audibly as it dissolves in the air, the patterns formed not dissimilar to those that you and I used to identify, lying in the tall grass in our garden, staring up at the cotton wool like clouds as they skipped across the ocean blue sky. I must be getting mellow in my old age. I'm turning into a retrospective softy, doting on the past, reminiscing with the best of the. I'll probably get into jazz music next, and start shooting straight single malts from one shot glasses whilst dimming the lights and letting the dulcet tones of some Miles Davis number tease and invade the avenues of my soul. You'd find that pretty funny wouldn't you. I can hear you laughing at such a preposterous notion. Yeah, your laughter resonates and I can see your face right now, smiling back at me in the days before the blindness came like an assassin in the night and stole away any semblance of self worth and logic that ever I possessed.
I can't get you out of my mind. Try as I might, you are simply there all of the time to haunt my waking hours and plague the long lonely nights when the bed feels as wide as the ocean itself, as empty as my heart since you left. Spunky has those grey patches around the eyes and lower jaw that give away the truth of his longevity. At first he pined your loss, seeking scents, curling up and falling asleep ,in your old pink fluffy slippers that you left behind in your haste to get the fuck away from a past you so obviously hated. But now he seems over your loss, caring little for anything other than the hands that currently place his breakfast on the kitchen tiled floor, the lap that gives him comfort in the long and lonely evenings, and the reassurance of some loving words. In truth, don't I just long for the same as him?
Are you happy now, wherever you are? The changing PO box that I send on the mail to gives little away, and your Mother no longer phones to tell me all about you and cry softly at the end of our conversations as she recalls how perfect a couple we had always seemed. I still have reminders of you around the house, but I'm giving some serious thought to putting your clothes into some bin bags and making an uncharacteristically unselfish donation to the local charity shop in Maiden Avenue. I guess it's time for me. A man has to give up on a lost cause and move on at some point. Oh I've done the things that our friends have suggested out of concern and worry for my very sanity. I've pubbed and clubbed it, shaken my tush to loud music, drunk all manner of substances and woken up with a strangers touch and guilt for the actions of my desperation. After the fact, aside from the physical needs and emotional unburdening, there is nothing but a great black void and polite conversation as I make my excuses and slam the door behind me as I leave. They're not you, and I'm no longer seventeen and capable of bouncing back like a spongey rubber ball. This big dumb animal has a heart you know, and feelings like piano chords stretched over wooden rafters.
Did you find whatever the hell it was that you were liking for in some strangers arms? I've given up longing for the key to turn in the front door lock and you to walk back into the ashes of our former love nest, humbled and begging forgiveness, falling into my arms and begging for a second chance. I have my dignity you know. I guess sometimes the deceit of delusion comforts a broken heart more than the pain of reality and rational thinking. In my case at least I know it to be true. You are still all around me in this empty house, little reminders, a scent, a memory, a moment of joy and happiness that comes to mind every time I find a trinket under the bed, one of your belongings, even your favourite coffee mug with Garfield the cat on the front that we bought from the local market, that I still keep on the kitchen mug tree for God knows what reason.
So here I stand amidst the early morning purple rinse pensioners with their arthritic golden retrievers and polite conversation that frankly bore me. Here I am in the seafront town that we once loved and which now irritates the hell out of me me with it's accutely English eccentricities and quirky nostalgic overtones. It's just me against the world. Well, me and Spunky against the world I guess. As the tide screams yippee and heads for the horizon, I picked up my heels and start jogging in the drying sand, back along the beach front, past the cliff face towards the steep cemented ramp where my car is parked and waiting to whisk me back to the deafening silence of the house.
It's a really rather beautiful sunrise, as the golden hues of orange and yellow burst through the thin layer of clouds and the morning light permeates the coastline as far as the eyes can see. Time for a fresh pot of coffee and some pilchards for Spunky. It's the dawn of a new day, perhaps the dawning of realisation for this poor fool as I finally accept the inevitability of your betrayal and start to dust myself down and move on with my life. Right now I don't know where I'm heading or what my goals and objectives are, just getting through each single day without you like an addict escaping the clutches of his desire. You're killing me, drowning my emotional turmoil, suffocating the sense from my head, poisoni9ng my very soul without even being here to say a word. It's time to move on. This dumb ape is about to make a stand, step out from the shadow of you, leave behind the destruction of your cruel and selfish actions and learn to walk tall again, at last.
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Written on April 12th 2011
Photograph taken on April 10th 2011 at 06.30am in Botany Bay, Broadstairs, Kent, England.
Nikon D700 14mm 1/125s f/6.3 iso200 -0.7 step EV comp
Nikkor AF-S 14-24mm f/2.8G ED IF. UV filter. Hoodman right angled viewfinder. Manfrotto 055XPro & Manfrotto 327RC2 pistol grip ball head. MetaGPS geotag
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Longitude: E 1d 26m 13.78s
Still recovering, thanks for all of the well wishes! It's going to be slow uploading for me, not that there's been much of a change of pace anyway. I'm busy at school with graduation coming up and everything.
On a side note, I'm really enjoying my time at labour and delivery!! This might sound surprising to some of you, but I absolutely feel like pursuing obstetrics/midwifery. I can't explain in words just how magical it is to deliver babies...hahahaha!! Ok, I'll shut up now...
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The generally accepted cause of the death of Adolf Hitler on 30 April 1945 is suicide by gunshot and cyanide poisoning then wrapped in a white cloth and burned before being buried, yet no real proof has ever been brought forward. Russia claimed to have a piece of his skull, that was proved to be false in 2009, The skull was DNA tested and found to be that of a young female. Joseph Stalin, till his death, never belevied that Hitler was dead, he thought that Hitler had managed to escape.
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Shown here is an image of Case 1 of the "'The Inevitable Present': Integration at William & Mary" Exhibit located in the Marshall Gallery (1st Floor Rotunda) and the Read & Relax area of Swem Library at the College of William & Mary, on display from February 4th 2013 to August 13th 2013
The following is a transcription of the labels in this case:
In late 1950, the Dean of the Department of Jurisprudence, Dudley W. Woodbridge reinforced the statements of the Board of Visitors and the Alumni Gazette when he told a meeting of the Norfolk and Portsmouth Bar Association that William & Mary would accept African American applicants.
Edward Augustus Travis was the first African American law student at William & Mary entering in the 1951 fall semester and graduating in August 1954 with a BCL degree, making him the first African American alumnus of William & Mary. Travis, born in Reed’s Ferry, Virginia, had attended Hampton Institute and graduated from Florida A&M before applying to William & Mary. Travis passed away in Newport News in November 1960.
While William & Mary had cracked open a door to integration, other battles continued throughout the nation, including in Washington, D.C. The Coordinating Committee for the Enforcement of the D.C. Anti-Discrimination Laws sent this flyer to William & Mary president Alvin Duke Chandler asking him to share the group’s boycott of department store Hecht’s with students. There is no indication in the records of the Office of the President if Chandler shared this information with students or others.
Hulon Willis was the first African American student admitted to William & Mary. He began in the summer 1951 term, pursuing his masters of education. At the time of his admision, Willis was already a graduate of Virginia State College (now Virginia State University) and a teacher in the Norfolk school system. He earned his degree from William & Mary in August 1956. The William & Mary Alumni Association’s Hulon Willis Association, a constituent group founded in 1992 by and for African American alumni, was named in honor of Willis, preserving his name and place in the university’s history for the future.
As a graduate student, Willis naturally had a different experience on campus than today’s undergraduate students. During the summers when he was attending classes, Willis lived on Braxton Court in a boarding house operated by Miss Gwen Skinner. When they attended football games at William & Mary, Hulon & Alyce Willis sat in the student section, not in the end zone where other African Americans were seated in the segregated stadium. When Willis was inducted into Kappa Delta Pi, an education honor society, according to Mrs. Willis another member told the group that he would be not be a part of an organization that admitted an African American. The group told this member he could leave and Willis was inducted in August 1956. As an alumnus, Willis joined the Order of the White Jacket, an Alumni Association constituent group for those who worked in campus dining halls, Colonial Williamsburg restaurants, and other dining establishments. After earning his graduate degree, Willis became an assistant professor at Virginia State University and then the director of campus police.
Like all students applying to William & Mary at the time, Willis was required to include a photograph of himself with his application. In a 2005 oral history interview with Jenay Jackson ’05, Hulon Willis’ wife Alyce, who had encouraged her husband to apply to William & Mary, recounted that upon receiving his acceptance letter in March 1951, she wondered if the photograph had fallen off his application. But a few weeks later, William & Mary released a public statement, announcing that Willis was the first African American student admitted to the institution. Willis was accepted not because the institution was opening its doors to all potential African American students, but because of the case brought by Gregory Swanson against the University of Virginia in 1950 after he was denied admission to the university’s School of Law. The U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals ruled that Swanson could not be barred from admission because of his race. Willis was pursuing his master’s degree specializing in physical education and since that program of study was not offered by a state-supported institution accepting African American applicants, William & Mary could not decline to admit Willis based solely on his race. The college established a procedure to confer with Attorney General J. Lindsay Almond, Jr. in Richmond on the admission of African American applicants beginning in the 1950s. William & Mary specifically wished to avoid a court case, while some, like A. W. Bohannan, who wrote to President Pomfret in May 1951 after Hulon Willis’ admission, saw forcing applicants to take the institution to court as the next step in preventing integration.
New Journal and Guide, 28 August 1954
This article is available through the ProQuest Historical Newspapers database at
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William & Mary’s first non-white undergraduate student was Art Matsu, ’28. Born to a Scottish mother and Japanese father, Matsu was an exceptional athlete who was successfully recruited from Cleveland by William & Mary to play quarterback and became captain of the football team. He also played basketball, baseball, ran track, became a member of the 13 Club and the Varsity Club, and took part in other student activities. But Matsu's attendance did not open the door widely to Asian American students. William & Mary’s student body would include only a handful of Asian and Asian American students throughout the 1930s-1950s.
The Colonial Echo, William & Mary’s yearbook, has been digitized by Swem Library and all volumes from 1899-1995 are available from the W&M Digital Archive at digitalarchive.wm.edu/colonialecho/.
Searching for a specific yearbook?
Contact Swem Library’s Special Collections Research Center at spcoll@wm.edu or 757-221-3090 to inquire if copies from your William & Mary years are available.
William & Mary admitted its first African American students under President John E. Pomfret. Pomfret would depart William & Mary soon after Willis and Travis were admitted due to the unrelated football scandal of 1951. He was replaced by former admiral Alvin Duke Chandler who was new to academia.
Correspondence, internal memos, and other materials relating to integration were filed by the Office of the President in the 1950s-1960s under the heading “Negro Education.” After being transferred to the University Archives, these folder titles were maintained to document the organization and practices of the office and the era.
You can both listen to and read Alyce Willis’ 2005 oral history interview at hdl.handle.net/10288/600.
The Swem Library and William & Mary’s Lemon Project conduct oral history interviews to document the stories and lives of college alumni, faculty, and staff. To volunteer, contact Swem Library’s Special Collections Research Center at spcoll@wm.edu or 757-221-3090.
Center for Student Diversity Records, UA 260,
Series 1: Office of Minority Student Affairs
Read more of The Black Presence at William and Mary at hdl.handle.net/10288/16118
The Flat Hat, 1 May 1951.
The Flat Hat student newspaper, first published in 1911, was digitized by Swem Library and is available from the W&M Digital Archive at digitalarchive.wm.edu/handle/10288/20
Jacqueline Filzen’s 2012 Charles Center Summer Research paper “African Americans at the College of William and Mary from 1950-1970” offers further information on this subject and provided much useful material for this exhibit. The paper can be read at hdl.handle.net/10288/17049
From the Special Collections Research Center, Earl Gregg Swem Library at the College of William and Mary. See swem.wm.edu/research/special-collections for further information and assistance.
The Prep Community welcomed accepted students from the Class of 2027 and 2028 for a memorable evening on campus. Led by the Richland Rowdies, our newest Hermits experienced a glimpse of what is ahead for them as they begin their journey at the Prep!
Sam felt a "lack of control and uncertainty" as the pandemic disrupted her structured approach to developing teaching for medical and physician associate students. Once she accepted the rapidly changing situation, she "felt empowered to face whatever the next challenge was and channel creativity into remodelling our medical education programmes and supporting various trust projects." She believes "I'm not special, I'm still fulfilling my role but it just looks different." As half of the Technology Enhanced Learning Team, she supported staff to develop new learning methods including "interactive modules to replace face-to-face teaching." Her team "worked tirelessly [to bring withdrawn students] back as part of the workforce initiative, providing them with academic, clinical and pastoral support." She hopes the encouragement to innovate in medical education continues, while ensuring less digitally-literate users aren't left behind through feedback from volunteer patients. She also hopes the reconsideration of minor problems that led to lower A&E numbers during the summer will continue, especially as we approach the pressures of winter.
As a pharmacist, Rushabh would usually be moving from ward to ward seeing patients, something that was more restricted during the pandemic. “However, the workers have worked unimaginably hard, sacrificing their family time to do the extra shifts that need covering. They have been adapting daily to the changes in guidance and taking a risk to themselves to treat all patients, not just the doctors and nurses that directly treat patients but also the support staff and allied healthcare professionals.”
Sam is one of 67 NHS staff I photographed across George Eliot Hospital during the COVID-19 pandemic first wave.
"Humans of the Pandemic" features portraits and thoughts from many roles incl. doctors, domestics, maternity, mortuary, nurses, pathology, pharmacy, physio, and surgery – to name a few.
See the full project gallery at www.matthewthompson.co.uk/humans-of-the-pandemic
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There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them. – Denis Waitley
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