Lou's Diary
A little prince, not quite like the others
  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).
 
 
 

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Welcome to Lou's blog


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.

Want to know more ? Check out the "read me" page.
 
 

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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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monday 25 july 2005

114. Daring to use words ! (Rewind - 2 -)

That's it ! Daddy has opened the memories box !
It took quite a few months before my sister Eva realized I was blind.
That was all my parents' fault.

Eva was thrilled to have a little brother. She was only four and a half years old. So you can guess how she treated me : like a doll. Shaking me all over the place, taking me in her arms unannounced, sticking the pacifier in my mouth the way you would put the cork back in a wine bottle, etc.
She was a little crazy.

Daddy and mommy kept asking her to be more gentle and to warn me before approaching me. They told her I was different, that I couldn't see.
And then there was my behavior, which Eva could tell was different from other babies'. I wouldn't look at her when she talked to me.
So she started yelling in my hears to attract my attention.
My parents would step in :

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By Luc Boland, at 15:01 :: Past time :: #134 :: 5 comments
 

saturday 23 july 2005

113. Rewind ! (at the daycare center)

I talk about the present, I talk about the present ... but that's daddy's fault !

I have lots of things to say about my past, even though I must admit memories aren't my strongest point. Although little by little I'm beginning to mention events dating back to a few months ago (such as the bath tub emptying itself , for example).
So it's hard for me to go back a year or more. Good thing daddy is here to refresh my memory.

And so I would like to tell you that when I was a little boy - I mean really little - a daycare center agreed to take me in and let me mingle among so called "normal" kids. Without any hesitation. And with a heart THIS big.

For three years, Vivianne became my benchmark nursery nurse, my mommy away from mommy. Fanny, the principal, invested herself entirely in the project, just like all the other nurses.
And you better believe that when I left them to join the "big school", hearts were aching.

That's because so much happened there.
While everybody else was cheerfully hopping around on two or four legs, I would remain in my small perimeter. My playmates quickly figured out I as blind. So they would pay attention to me. Lost a toy ? A buddy would bring it back to me !
Lost my pacifier ? A friend would wave it around me so I could spot it thanks to the noise
and grab it. Feeling thirsty ? (you know, my pituitary gland... see post 4 from "read me") A friend would stick the feeding bottle in my mouth.
They were actually imitating the adults' behavior towards me. I was a special case, and accepted as such.
Just goes to show that the fear of other people's differences is not innate !
I was learning, just like everyone else, about living in a community... with its realities as well : holding a nice toy in my hands ? Yoinks, somebody would snatch it from me (yup, that also happened). But they'd be forgetting about my vocal cords which would immediately alert the nursery nurses (I was just trying to defend myself in any way I could).

So I had some wonderful times there.
And I would just like to pay tribute to Viviane, Fanny, Dominique, Aurore, and the staff of the Gilson daycare center, even though nowadays Marie-Anne has replaced that sadly forgotten past.

picture:
Lou à sa naissance
By Luc Boland, at 14:57 :: Past time :: #133 :: No comment
 

friday 15 july 2005

112. The stairs - 2

Lou dans les escaliers(continued)
My ease with the stairs lies in a logic quite unlike yours, you visually unchallenged !
You won't find a place with more points of reference than a regular staircase : a confined area, a wall on one side, a handrail on the other, bars, a floor defined by the foot bumping into each step, it doesn't get any better than this...
It's the total opposite of a large room which I don't know and whose boundaries I can't feel.

Speaking of which, they say some blind people only need to clap their hands to determine the volume of a room, and the ammount of furniture in it, a sort of preliminary recon if you will.
I haven't reached that level yet, far from it, even though I do recognize many of the places I regularly visit.
By Luc Boland, at 14:50 :: My own world :: #132 :: No comment
 

tuesday 12 july 2005

111. The stairs - 1

Lou et les escaliersYou're probably thinking (just like daddy and mommy at first) that the stairs are the most dangerous place for me.
Well, THINK AGAIN !
As amazing as it may seem, there's nothing easier than climbing the stairs ! Daddy and mommy really make me laugh, going on and on all day : "be careful in the stairs Loulou" or "Lou, hold on to something !" or even "You're gonna hurt yourself !"

Just think about it, you unbelievers, and check out my prize list : in the "junior / lightweight" category :
- I'm "vice champion of myself" in climbing the stairs facing the wrong way and jumping with both feet at the same time.
- "Finalist of the Interlou Newton descent cup" (standing in balance with both feet on the edge of the step, until gravity makes me slip on the next step, and so on).
- "Triple gold medal winner in sillyness" (standing in balance on one step as long as possible while turning around. The best being when I'm able to do it without holding on to anything).
- Record holder in the "Little Lous Super Cup" (and there are quite a few "little lous" around the world, except their name isn't really Lou), that is, the best performance of the year in climbing down the stairs as fast as possible.

In short : good thing I'm blind, otherwise I would notice daddy's hair going greyer and greyer.
(to be continued)
By Luc Boland, at 14:45 :: My own world :: #131 :: 3 comments
 

friday 8 july 2005

110. The spin wheel

This morning we went to the playground. For once daddy came along. I can tell you I really enjoyed myself while he suffered !
It's his own fault for wanting to take pictures of me in the spin wheel !
I can stay on it for hours and walk straight the second I get off, but him ... I could tell afterwards that he was all quiet.

picture:
Lou et le tourniquet
By Luc Boland, at 14:43 :: My own world :: #130 :: 28 comments
 


tuesday 5 july 2005

109. Chronicles of time passing (5)

Lou râle au bainMe from my bathtub (in the neighbouring room) :
-Daddy ? Daddy, it looks like the bath is not sinking... You musn't be afraid !
Daddy (in his office, sitting at the computer) :
-You're right buddy, you musn't be afraid : the bath is not sinking. And anyway it's not that bad...

This sinking bath incident dates back to three months ago, at Grandpa's and Grandma's : a loose cap, unless I pulled it, and the tub emptied at full speed.
An unprecedented panic attack ... which I often bring up.
Put yourself in my shoes for a moment :

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By Luc Boland, at 09:07 :: Day by day :: #129 :: one comment
 
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