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.
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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saturday 1 january 2005
26. My Motor Skills (1)
I started walking on all fours around the age of fifteen months... But I didn't really feel
like it. I was basically scared ! Put yourself in my shoes. Anyway I'd rather live of sounds. Around two years old, I started walking by holding hands. My guide (mommy, daddy, or somebody else) being in charge of warning me about every obstacle : a step, a wall, a door, a staircase... I had to learn balance as well. And I swear to you, without any sight, it's not easy ! That's how I eventually ended up walking "on my own" around two and half years old. Because I had to and because I was forced to ! Since then, I'm starting to feel more confident, to take more initiatives in the places I know. I climb up and down the stairs on my own (...always on demand) like a king... But I often forget to put my hands in front of me. Soon, if I apply myself to it (and if I accept it !), they will give me a "pre-stick" at school. It's a weird thing, like the handle of a lawnmower (so shaped like an arch), except at the end there's a roll rolling over the ground. It will teach me to "feel" obstacles with my hands by the means of using a "stick". Finally, they will have to wait until I'm all grown up to give me a real stick and for me to know how to use it. Then, I'll especially have to think a little more in my little head, because if it was
anything like nowadays, I would leave it behind anywhere and wouldn't remember where I put it. (... continued)