Hello, I am a little boy who only sees right with his heart...
Which doesn't make my parent's daily life any easier. So I'm blind and different (mentally speaking).
This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.
New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.
DISCLAIMER
... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).
Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.
Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.
Thank you to the "Roi Baudoin" foundation ( "Parcours hors pistes" ). The new design, hosting and translations were partially made possible by their financial support.
Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.
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sunday 13 march 2005
70. The novel of my meals (3)
(continued)
Seven months ago, daddy tried yet another approach to finally make me accept eating with him. It was a crisis day. He could hear me yell at mommy. He came downstairs and managed to calm me down. He then stayed next to mommy during the whole meal. The next day he did it again, and the cheater took advantage of my blindness to give me the spoon instead of mommy. As soon as I realized what was going on I put a stop to it. But the "harm" was done, especially since he made laugh with his silliness. And that's how,
day after day, I ended up accepting to eat with daddy... to the point that, sometimes, I reverse the block : I want daddy to eat ! (to be continued)