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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monday 30 may 2005
99. I'm scared ...
(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.)