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Finally she kicked me out of the house at sixteen when I refused to
clean up some sort of mess. She yelled and screamed and slapped me. My
siblings stood and watched in fear. ..
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This form was submitted: Aug 10 2007 / 12:22:46
story =
Mom hoarded everything, also had way too many children. She'd
force us to collect garbage on 'Trash Day' (like it was some kind of
holiday). We were so embarrassed that our friends would see us digging
in the garbage for clothes, chairs and anything else my mom thought was
valuable. Needless to say our house was always a mess and my mom ruled
over everything. Nobody else had a say in the house.
We moved over sea's and the hoarding continued. We were a bit older
and more defiant so we'd sometimes refuse to help her move all the new
garbage up four flights of stairs, then into the apartment and move old
garbage up to the attic and more stuff from the attic to the apartment.
She'd turn vicious if we refused and yelled and made us look bad to
our siblings, as though we were against her.
She had bought a gigantic round cheese, wrapped in plastic and it sat
in the back room for over a year, growing mold on it. This back room
she turned into a food storage space, while us kids all shared a room.
I'd refuse to go home for weeks and would stay with friends.
Finally she kicked me out of the house at sixteen when I refused to
clean up some sort of mess. She yelled and screamed and slapped me. My
siblings stood and watched in fear.
I was also a messy person for years after that until I walked into a
friends house. I said "It feels great in your home!" She replied that
she had just Feng Shui'd her home and let me borrow the book. I cleared
up my space and my life became lighter. I moved in with my partner
after a few years and she lives amongst a lot of clutter. She's always
bringing something new home, the closet is full of her stuff, there is
clutter everywhere and I become really irritable, confused, lethargic
etc. But she won't clean her space. She gets mad at me when I complain
about the house.
I am an extremely neat person now but I feel stuck in life because my
partners clutter overwhelms me.
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Posted on Saturday, August 11, 2007 @ 00:13:14 ICT by Donna
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Re: Story sent in to website 8/9/07 (Score: 1) by LizB ((none)) on Sunday, August 12, 2007 @ 17:48:53 ICT (User Info | Send a Message) | Your story sounds somewhat similar to mine. My mom yells, screams, throws a temper tantrum fit if I even mention cleaning our garages out. One time she scratched the skin off of one side of my face. Though, we were not like you, we did not have to clear paths, nor did I ever spend weeks away from home with old friends to escape the crisis. It was never that bad in our house. I insist calling these storage buildings our 'house' not our home until 'we live' in it. My mom never cleans out our fridge, and/or freezer ever. She's retired, and I am a senior as an undergraduate student at a 1A University. You'd think she has the time to clean house like a real mom/housewife would usually.
I am an extremely neat person, as well. I am a neat freak, a total anal person, because of this mess. My mom is a type B hoarder (type A hoarder being the worst), as I am a type C hoarder (because, she never agrees that we ought to go to goodwill to donate stuff at least once a week). My only problem is compusive buying of food stuff, dry goods, and miscellaneous items, and compulsive overeating. Our home is a level 2 out of 9 (9 being worst). One time, my suite mate made fun of me, she took one of my items I had out for convenience (an electric razor), and moved it 1 in. away from where it was in front of my face. - I just laughed, and thought it was funny, then moved it back. You know that guy on television that renovates homes, and is totally anal, and meticulously immaculate about everything (facing water bottle labels out in the fridge drawer). - He's like my hero. Even though, I am not that bad! I give things freely to goodwill, because I believe in their service.
I would like to store in our casita/garage maybe three bicycles (one for ea. of us; mom, me, and my brother), or a small rv. Also, it'd be nice to have a sheer recycling section in the garage since we have the very wonderful recycle pick-up service here. Some things we have to take to the recycling center ourselves. I keep dreaming of leasing out a space to sell our stuff in a thrift store I open up one day. Though, I do not have any kind of money to do this.
Many things happen to you when you're this much distressed. I just want to live life to its fullest, and not be tied to this junk, recyclables, and trash. I'll make sure we all stay in good health, and pray for each and everyone's mental hoarding problem gets alleviated, because I've had it, and I've had enough. |
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