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... 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.

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thursday 7 april 2005

80. My small hands

Lou et ses mainsWhat the pictures can't show you is of course movement.
And I know quite a bit about that.
As a matter of fact, I spend a lot of time waving my small hands all around. I rub them very quickly against each other in front of myself, I wave them in front of my mouth, I bang them on my face (without hurting myself!); open hands, closed fists, with or without sound.
Daddy and mommy found out they are called "reassurance gestures". Generally these gestures mean I'm navigating in the world of my sensations, that reassuring world... So that became another battlefield for my teacher and my parents. They don't want me to make those gestures all the time, whereas I do as I please : I need those gestures too much : they help me live sensations in my body and in space, and they put rhythm into the time passing (and I love rhythm)

By the way, air is matter (and not void) ! I'm telling you ! (try moving your arm normally from left to right with your eyes closed). Come on !
So let me toss air in peace : it's my personal home cinema.
... Well ok, I'm also interested in your world... but it's up to the ones around me to arouse my interest in it !
Get to work daddy and mommy !
By Luc Boland :: jeudi 7 avril 2005 at 11:32 :: My own world :: #99 :: rss


Your comments

Hi Lou! I tried your exercise and I could feel the air just like you do! But I can understand why your teacher, Mommy and Daddy would want you to not wave your hands all the time. You should be learning to play with your small hands and finding other activities to comfort you and occupy you. But, by now I know you well enough to know that you will do as you please! Kisses sweetheart!

jeudi 7 avril 2005 at 18:07, comment from stephie :: email :: site :: #
 

Shure, Stephie, Lou can play with his body and move like he want. But, all the time,... When he move like this (those specifics movements), it will mean that he's in an aother planet. So, trying to communicate et occupate him with something else is very important.
..And let him be sometimes in his planet too !
Just a question of balance.

vendredi 8 avril 2005 at 18:40, comment from Luc :: #
 

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