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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wednesday 29 june 2005
108. I must say...
(the little prince and the tyrants -2- continued)
I must say, to be completely honest, that I did enter my "no phase" a few weeks ago. I say "no" to everything, about everything, about anything (including the things I like) : just to see ... who's boss !
No, I don't want to go to the market with daddy on sunday (we went anyway and I had lots of fun : the funfair was there with the merry-go-rounds) No, I don't want to go to bed, take my bath, eat, play, obey...
....so the tension rises and my parents deploy the big artillery : they can't afford a trench war or to let me have the last word. Even worse, I can tell they have formed and alliance and are sticking together. They use the big artillery right away : deep voice, and as a last resort, force ! ....And I can't compete with that. Good thing I found my favorite battlefield : the staircase.
That's it ! No doubt about it. Maybe you too had felt this coming, post after post : daddy and mommy have decided to make my life a living hell. Help ! Hello, Child Focus? Abused kids helpline !
I don't know what they ate for breakfast (lion or mad cow ?), whatever it was, the confrontation is turning into a trench war. It's World War Four. Do you realize how unfair that is ? Me, a little five year old boy, handicapped, blind, versus two adults. It's not fair !
I'm becoming aware of "myself", a few years behind other kids, a moment ever so important in my life. But instead of leaving me in my self-determination, they're putting barriers and stop signs everywhere ! I'm not making this up, just keep reading : no more hiding behind my "little dog Courage" character, no more leading the conversation by imposing the questions I would like to be vasked, and no more saying "no" all the time. And I'm supposed to stand by and do nothing ? I have a nobility title : I'm a little prince, that is to say a future king ! Imagine if, as an adult, I didn't have any subjects left at my service...
The worst part about all this is that mommy and daddy keep using the excuse that "I'm just a little boy", "I'm not the boss", "I must do what grown ups tell me to", etc... In short, according to them I should smile and accept my destitution. My answer is therefore clear : "No means no !"
When I'm ill, it's a national affair ! It's like dealing with a baby (despite the fact I'm five years old) : since I have trouble expressing myself clearly, the only thing I can do is cry or get angry because I'm hurting. These are the only symptoms of my general state, besides fever or external symptoms (runny nose etc...) So figuring out what's wrong isn't easy for my parents. At best I'll say "it hurts", but without specifying where.
