Ah August, the Sunday of summer vacation. The weather is changing, the evening is falling and the inbox is flooded with frightening missals about the coming school year – book lists, uniform price lists, payment requests via various apps that we don’t quite understand.
Once you’re in the second week of August, you can practically hear that Glenroe Theme song signaling that our three month weekend is coming to an end.
Of course, there is no greater sign that summer is more or less over than the end of island of love. My wife and I, my daughter and her boyfriend and our oldest boy have all seen it, which is remarkable given how people consume media today.
We all – two spry forties and three teenagers – planned to meet up in the living room at a set time to watch a show on terrestrial TV, like we used to do in the old days.
You can say what you like about the show, but its power is remarkable — it’s part pantomime, part game show, part soap opera, part gladiator arena.
During commercial breaks, we all took to social media to see the hilarious – and often violent – reactions from the kits of the internet to the latest cull.
This year’s season featured an islander, Jacques O’Neill, who departed in a state that can only be described as rather profound distress. It was an exceedingly unpleasant sight – it should never have happened, and if it did, they shouldn’t have shown it.
It was later revealed that he was diagnosed with ADHD as a child. Anyone who has had a child with a condition that manifests itself in behavior must have watched with very mixed feelings. And by everyone I mean me.
My youngest child has been diagnosed with Sensory Processing Disorder and although all of our children have various ailments and illnesses, he is the one I am most concerned about because it affects his emotions.
He is hypersensitive to stimuli – a trip to a carnival would freak him out as the lights and noise are like torture for him.
There are some environments where he is calm despite the stimuli, such as B. in the cinema, but when there is a lot going on and there are multiple sources of sensory information, he has problems.
‘Struggles’ does a lot of heavy work there because it can be anything from refusing to move when he’s walking down the street or just getting upset about the smallest things – he finds transitions difficult so he can even going from our house to the store can be difficult for him.
Seeing Jacques at the villa, completely lost and overwhelmed, all I could remember was how difficult it is for my little boy to contain his emotions – the world he lives in is so different from mine that it can be difficult to understand what is going on with him.
I didn’t see much of the season after Jacques left. It just felt a little sour.
I haven’t quite quit, so I can’t take any moral high ground here. But I don’t think any of us really want to see people suffer – after all, the show is supposed to be about love, or about change or something, and not about putting people in situations that they shouldn’t be and showing what happens when they fall apart.
For their families watching at home, it must be tormenting to know that this is not their child.
but island of love is over now, the summer is almost over and school is just around the corner. My son has developed very well since he started school and has missed this routine in the last two months.
Even the heat bothers him, so at our house we welcome the beginning of summer’s end and will be counting down the days to darkness, silence and healthier TV shows like watching people eat kangaroo testicles i am a celebrity…
https://www.independent.ie/opinion/comment/as-a-father-of-a-son-with-sensory-issues-jacques-love-island-exit-really-hit-home-41886057.html As the father of a son with sensory issues, Jacques’ exit on Love Island really hit the mark