I admit, when I was dealing with my emotional problems, I went through a time that I just didn't care.
But I kept my crazy stuffed in one room.
And I understand how it can become overwhelming.
But how do you allow it to take over the whole house?
How do you allow your wife, husband, or whoever, keep every little thing?
Why are the others who live there, not getting rid of things?
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I find things that I asked DH to throw out years ago. He hates to throw things away, and I throw away too much. So we balance out.
I can't function if things aren't in their place. You'd never know it, because my office has always been such a mess. But it's the kind of mess where I know where everything is.
Starts small and builds up like any other issue. A hoarder has deep rooted issues.
I have been on a mission this past year to shed everything I don't need or use.
Not that I was a hoarder.
That's me.
It seemed once I started letting go, it got easier and easier.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
It's a mental illness in my opinion. And, having families screaming at them is pointless. If they could change it, they would but they are caught in the grips of mental illness. Those who live with a hoarder should simply just take control. Let the hoarder have a hissy fit or move out, but don't let them take over the home.
That's why I feel for the kids. They don't have the power to make it stop. If you're a grown adult and you choose to live with a hoarder you have to make a stand or get the hell out. As a child you have no option.
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“Until I discovered cooking, I was never really interested in anything.” ― Julia Child ―
One time we were arguing about a few slats of 2 x 4s that he wanted to hold onto "Just in case" he needed boards. I asked him how much those boards cost. He said about $6. I said fine, I will pay you $6 so that I can throw these away! He declined. I waited till the day he wasnt around and took them to the garbage for the garbage man to take away. :claps hands together:problem done:
When I get rid of things, I take them immediately to the car/truck.
My mom will put things in piles, then go through the piles, then put them in bags, then put them to the side until she is going to be around where ever she is taking them.
And if she sees you taking a bag out, no matter where it came from, she wants to make sure there isn't anything in there she wants.
So that ends up going through her process.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
