I remember it was about 5th grade when I noticed that my house was different than my friends’ houses. Things were starting to pile up more and more. I always relate the start of my parents hoarding to 5th grade because we got a kitten that year and one of the first pictures I can remember of him shows bags of newspapers piled in the background. It definitely started sooner than this, but that picture always stands out in my mind.
So why start a blog you ask? This is my little bit of therapy while I try to deal with helping my parents with their problem. Even though they don’t want the help! You see, it has been a very difficult process dealing with my parents and their hoarding problems over the years. Oh yes, did I mention that both of my parents are hoarders? My dad is more of a collector. He started with shells and coins and grew into collecting model cars and hot wheels. Unfortunately, he doesn’t understand the word “moderation”. My mother is more of a junk hoarder. She saves newspapers and sorts through garbage for recycling. Normally it doesn’t get to recycling and sits around the house. This is where I come in.
For most of my life I have felt trapped in between my parents and their hoarding problems. I had to finally move out because I was physically depressed from living in a constant battle with them and the clutter. I have gone to and attempted to bring my mother to therapy. Unfortunately, it didn’t go well at all. Since then, I let go for a few years so I could focus on myself, go to therapy, and get the anger out of my system. Now I am back at it again, but trying to face the situation with a new outlook. I know my parents can’t be cured, but the way they are living now is difficult to accept. I am hoping to help them achieve a safe and healthy living environment.
The beginning of this journey will start with attempting to get a few bags of newspapers out of my parents’ house each week. There are also many items from my great aunt and grandmothers houses that my mother has taken in over the past few years. I plan to remove these items, sort through them and decide what gets thrown away, recycled, donated, sold, or kept. I’m hoping to also help other people who have been or are in similar situations. Unfortunately, not many people understand the toll that hoarding can take on children. I used to be so embarrassed to talk about it, but to my surprise, many people are in the same situation as I am. In the end, I hope to educate, entertain, and enlighten!