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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thursday 23 december 2004
17. A nasty nightmare
Last night, I had a nasty nightmare and I started crying and calling for daddy. It doesn't happen to me very often... Once a week... (on the other hand, every night I talk out loud and become agitated in my bed while dreaming). Well yeah, so I may be blind and "different in my head", "images" and stories, in my "own way", still form themselves in my mind during my sleep ! Probably a little like in that movie "tron" since I have no visual representation of things (see the picture my daddy put together for this article). Daddy (he said that to comfort me), he thinks that it musn't be easy for me to tell the difference between dream and reality, and that one of the keys to help me get better at comprehending life, is to make sure I understand the difference. So first he tried to convince me to tell him my nightmare... But that was too hard for me. Emotions surfaced (his presence had already reassured me a little bit), and all of a sudden, I cried again for a little while. It made me feel better, especially since daddy cuddled me a lot. He explained to me that dreams (or nightmares) aren't real life, it's my head venting piled up emotions... Therefore, if something or someone bad scared me or hurt me in my dream, it's not the truth and it's not real life. I replied with the child song we made up with mommy : "You musn't be afraid". He sang the backup voice with me (I love backup voices)... I relaxed... and I said to daddy : "daddy and mommy, they are here to protect Loulou" and I fell asleep reassured.
