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Careful, for hoarders it's an emotional crutch. My wife's a lightweight hoarder and claims it's because she can trust things more than people. She's aware of her problem and we definitely work on it generally with mixed results. There are certain items in the house I've been slowly trying to get her to part with like her old Scan Furniture bed that's falling apart and her old pressed board file cabinet with broken rollers. We have no need of either one but she bristles at the suggestion. She still has boxes and boxes of books that need to go but even that's a process.Unfortunately, I am co-owner of the property and my partner being incapacitated gives me an opportunity to get in there and throw a lot of things out. Hoarders cannot bear to be separated from anything they might someday repair or use in some capacity. But they usually have such a pile of crap that if you get in, toss the crap, and get out, before they can figure out what you're tossing, they don't notice too much. I collected close to $25 in change today, just clearing off that desk. I haven't cracked into the sofa and loveseat yet!It's pretty disgusting. I find myself throwing out a lot of things that would have otherwise survived had the partner given them a modicum of attention. This morning, I cleared the desktop. I must have thrown away close to 200 old batteries. He's convinced he can recharge the...indefinitely. I collected a box of tools and a box of hardware (which will require further sorting). I fared better than our buddy, who has taken on cleaning out the partner's truck. Moving the layer of tools into the basement was easy. Now he's tackled the layers, and layers, of detritus of all types. After he hit the layer that was wet and clumped together with old goat poo, he put on gloves, finished filling the trash bag he was working on and went home to boil his hands. Hoarders are horrible!!!He's only cranky when he doesn't get his way. He's a passive-aggressive controller, so not getting his way usually results in unpleasantness that casual observers might not recognize as aggressive behavior. He is a hoarder, though, and I have been spending a little time each work day at the house in town, picking up and bagging some unbelievable litter, trash, and garbage. The refrigerator was daunting and I still have to tackle the freezer. He had smoked salmon from 2003 in the 'fridge. Hell, ya never know when someone might drop by and you need a smoked salmon treat!
There's a Black Forest cake I made over three months ago that I found under a pile of other stuff. I'm not sure whether I want to try to salvage the cake carrier. It's a particularly nice one and might just clean up OK, after I dislodge the wreck of that cake...
I'd probably just throw it out and get a new one at this point.
I would be afraid to go in there, I think. Lol.
Heck I culled my DVDs a while ago, one full bookshelf full and I have a bookshelf left to go back through and recull. All but maybe 10 books in my library have been sold or donated, the only one's I'm keeping are limited prints, rare and/or very old. Most of my clothes that no longer fit are gone, she still has boxes of clothing way to small for her any longer but hey, she just might get back into them......... someday........
We aren't quite hoarders yet....none of the furniture is buried and the eclectic stacks are limited to two or three in out of the way corners. I do clean out the fridge ever now and then. But we are definitely pack rats with all storage full, not necessarily with useful items. I am doing my best to cull and donate or discard as much as possible but it is a slow process. It is difficult to part with things you have a gut feeling you may need, but know there is no real justification to keep. And after so long of sorting and culling, I find myself stopping making decisions. And suffering the yo yo syndrome re weight for most of my adult life, I can sympathise with having several sizes of clothing stashed in closets.
So on behalf of my fellow pack rats, I request patience. Declutterfying is good for the soul, but none of us became saints in a day I think.