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 31 january 2005
49. My sixth sense
I have a sixth sense that rarely deceives me... to the great displeasure of my acquaintances. I may be blind and "different" in my head, I inevitably perceive the tensions or the joys, whether someone is doing well or not, if he's happy or unhappy... I reckon you can tell that by somebody's tone of voice... But what's really going to blow your mind is that I don't need to talk or hear the person ! And when somebody is cheating (meaning he's pretending to be happy when he is really stressed), I also notice right away. Needless to say with mommy or daddy (especially daddy) : I saw through him right away. And I don't like it when he's not doing well or stressed. And with the job he's got ... Godd thing it doesn't happen too often ! In conclusion, I'm a regular sponge... and since sometimes I'm the one creating the stress when I'm being "opposite", or even tired, I require an infinite ammount of patience.
