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.


... 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 30 may 2005

99. I'm scared ...

Lou sur son petit pot(or how to take advantage of the situation)

Ok, once more I must admit I really pushed it.
A whole series of things rightfully scare me.
You don't even need to be blind to be scared ... whether of heights, of the unknown, of the future, or just anything that you need to do and which reminds you of a bad experience.

So logically I have fears ... and probably a few more than other persons. Such as for example pooping... It's related both to the possibility of hard feces (it happens) and ... the evacuation of a part of myself. It is said to be a normal stage in childhood, but it's easier to get over it when you can see that "little part of yourself" go away down the toilet (which is not the case for me).

I finally figured out the power of those magic words : " I'm scared " which immediatelytrigger a reaction of sympathy and I tend to abuse it. Maybe that's even why my schoolteacher,daddy, and mommy end up slightly making fun of me or teasing me when I'm obviously abusing it. If that keeps happening I'll have to find another trick to avoid doing what I don't feel like doing, or at least delay doing it !

(P.S.: that's me on the picture, still in my potty era, together with my elephant who
repeats everything I say.)
By Luc Boland, at 18:52 :: My own world :: #118 :: 3 comments

wednesday 25 may 2005

98. Hygiene... is Little Dog Courage's business !

Lou sur petit pot(or how to change the subject of the conversation)

I'm a smart guy.
When I do something wrong and I'm being yelled at (and being called by my first name), I fix it by telling them to talk to Little Dog Courage about that problem !
So two days ago I forgot to ask to go to the restroom to pee. About that, I should say I'm almost "clean" : except for a few accidents, I ask to go to the restroom like a big boy. Even the potty, like on the picture, is history.
At night, it's still a bit complicated for me. So I still wear a diaper to sleep. I have to say my nasty diabetes doesn't make it easier (without medication my body doesn't retain water, which comes out of me almost as quickly as it got in). So I need 0.05 ml of a drug injected through my nose with a tiny tube / measuring cap, morning and evening, which is transmitted to my organism through the mucous membranes of my nose.
A simple cold or a sneeze within 5 minutes of the injection and the drug doesn't workproperly (or not at all), and then (about eight hours later) I turn into a clone of the Manneken Pis (note : famous statue in Brussels of a boy urinating) ! But myself and my parents are well used to all this : every morning starts with the "little tube" like a ritual, a habit...

Getting back to the accident two days ago,

lire la suite

By Luc Boland, at 18:37 :: My own world :: #117 :: 7 comments

friday 13 may 2005

93. Stuffed animals

salon des ArdennesMy great uncle, whom I've never known and who owns the house in the Ardennes, was a very literate man who, besides his own job, knew a lot about nature : botanist, beekeeper, fisherman, mycologist (specialist of mushrooms), and hunter ...
That's why the house is filled with hunting trophys : ranging from wildboar heads, roe deer heads, a fox and some raptors - all stuffed - to the countless deer antlers, roe deers, ibexes, onyx, etc...
It's not really daddy and mommy's cup of tea, but it does contribute to the charm and the personality of the house.
The upside though is that thanks to these animals they can make me touch a "real" boar, a "real" roe deer, a fox, an owl, a sparrowhawk..., all these animals I would otherwise never be able to "see" in my own way, that is, by touching them.
I would probably surprise you if I told you I gladfully accept this kind of tactile discovery.
Well ... I won't surprise you ... But daddy and mommy are taking it one step at a time.
Besides we have plenty of time : those animals aren't exactly going to run away ...
By Luc Boland, at 09:35 :: My own world :: #112 :: 12 comments
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