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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friday 5 august 2005
116. 'Ingers in 'y 'outh
I don't know why daddy and mommy are always asking me to keep my fingers out of my mouth when I talk. It's so fun to play with your teeth, your cheek, your tongue. I'm giving myself my own check-up basically !
Anyway, I must admit that when I talk like that it's even harder to follow. I figured that out because my parents came up with a trick : they answer with their fingers in their mouth. So I laugh and I obey ... right after doing it one last time to say : "houhou, 'e 'usn't 'ut 'is 'ingers 'n 'is 'outh !"
When daddy and mommy found out I was blind, they explained it to my sisters right away (and you now know how that turned out with Eva). With my older sister, Mathilde, how was then 9 years old, things went quite differently. She got it right away. Her eyes filled with sadness. Mathilde : "It's a shame... he will never see the landscapes, the mountains, the see". Daddy (hiding the knot in his throat) : "We'll explain, we'll describe it to him, we'll make him touch it..."
