Twice I planned to have one of those “in-home” parties at my house. We set a date. We talked about a menu and I was fully onboard with this. Then I got busy and forgot that I really needed to create a list of guests. I bailed and rescheduled the party. We got in touch […]
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Hoarding truly isn\’t about organizing. It isn\’t about \”keeping what gives you joy.\” Hoarding is about hiding, shame and denial. Hoarding is about trauma, underlying unaddressed issues and how that pain is manifesting. The issue of hoarding is about lack and the fear of never having enough. Not enough LOVE. Not enough MONEY. Not enough
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Silence in hoarding appears to be enabling. By giving no firm requirements to seek help, or treatment or emphasis on clutter reduction; the person who hoards remains mired in the mess. They have no clear way out. No starting point. Perhaps they see no REASON to seek treatment or heal the trauma that led to
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Would you be alarmed if a pack of rodents were living in your home? What about the home of a loved one? Would your IMMEDIATE reaction be one of concern? Anger? Astonishment? For many people the discovery of even one rodent or evidence of them in any shape or form would be a cause for
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As the #AKOPTH, Adult Kid of Parents That Hoard there are a number of things that we become grateful for. They may seem odd or random or down right weird as heck. In truth, the reality is that I have much to be grateful for. Even though the hoarding situation for my parent is about
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It’s a valid fear that your parents could burn alive in their hoard. It’s also a valid fear that mounds of stuff may become an avalanche, crushing them. It isn’t enough that our parents are aging and dealing with the normal things that aging brings. It isn’t like I haven’t see aging or illness. I
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One of my first jobs that I can remember was pouring milk for pigs. I believe I was paid 75 cents an hour to take the old milk or almost old milk and pour it into 5 gallon buckets and then pour that into the trough for the pigs. The space where I worked was
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There it goes. My peaceful evening shattered by the sound of the doorbell. Freaking out because someone might SEE MY HOUSE and JUDGE ME. I make my way to the door and this time it’s someone that wants to sell me a magazine. Oh good! It won’t be weird if I don’t let them in!
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