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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monday 21 february 2005
61. To Lou's older sister
Exceptionally I (Lou's daddy) will be speaking for myself in this article. I'm not much of a super man, and even less of a Rambo. Anyway, to be honest, I occasionally feel blue because of Lou. Because obviously a lot of things in life remind me of his handicap, of the things he will never see, or discover, or even just live. You can get over pain, injustice, or a wound, and still carry a sign of it, like a scar. And then there are Lou's regression periods, which are not encouraging. Rest assured though, they are only short phases, for both of us, and I always get over it by thinking of all the happiness and riches Lou has let us discover ( he's got the priviledge and the honor, just like his sisters, of having profundly helped me question myself, and therefore change !). Anyway. The other day, the blues during a conversation with his older sister Mathilde. We were talking about Lou (he wasn't there), when I let out the thing that hurts me most, that is simply unbearable for me : the idea that some day, when we, the parents, won't be there anymore, Lou could be placed in an institution. Because life may some day make it hard for his sisters to take care of him, for a thousand different reasons, including an implacable one : there comes a day, when every adult builds his own life.