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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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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.
 

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... 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.

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saturday 23 july 2005

113. Rewind ! (at the daycare center)

I talk about the present, I talk about the present ... but that's daddy's fault !

I have lots of things to say about my past, even though I must admit memories aren't my strongest point. Although little by little I'm beginning to mention events dating back to a few months ago (such as the bath tub emptying itself , for example).
So it's hard for me to go back a year or more. Good thing daddy is here to refresh my memory.

And so I would like to tell you that when I was a little boy - I mean really little - a daycare center agreed to take me in and let me mingle among so called "normal" kids. Without any hesitation. And with a heart THIS big.

For three years, Vivianne became my benchmark nursery nurse, my mommy away from mommy. Fanny, the principal, invested herself entirely in the project, just like all the other nurses.
And you better believe that when I left them to join the "big school", hearts were aching.

That's because so much happened there.
While everybody else was cheerfully hopping around on two or four legs, I would remain in my small perimeter. My playmates quickly figured out I as blind. So they would pay attention to me. Lost a toy ? A buddy would bring it back to me !
Lost my pacifier ? A friend would wave it around me so I could spot it thanks to the noise
and grab it. Feeling thirsty ? (you know, my pituitary gland... see post 4 from "read me") A friend would stick the feeding bottle in my mouth.
They were actually imitating the adults' behavior towards me. I was a special case, and accepted as such.
Just goes to show that the fear of other people's differences is not innate !
I was learning, just like everyone else, about living in a community... with its realities as well : holding a nice toy in my hands ? Yoinks, somebody would snatch it from me (yup, that also happened). But they'd be forgetting about my vocal cords which would immediately alert the nursery nurses (I was just trying to defend myself in any way I could).

So I had some wonderful times there.
And I would just like to pay tribute to Viviane, Fanny, Dominique, Aurore, and the staff of the Gilson daycare center, even though nowadays Marie-Anne has replaced that sadly forgotten past.

picture:
Lou à sa naissance
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