I am 61, female, & live with my very fragile 89 yr. old Mom. All other close family members are deceased including my father (her husband of 65+ yrs), my older brother & only sibling, Mom’s friends & relatives, Dad’s only siblings, and my sweet husband who unfortunately passed 19 yrs ago at the age of 45.
The point I’m trying to make is I have been alone for many years and I’m used to handling things on my own (I don’t like it, but that’s just the way my life has turned out). My Mom is definitely fading & there are mornings I’m not even sure she’ll wake up. However, luckily she has no serious health issues, yet.
Being children of the Great Depression, my parents rarely ever got rid of anything and the house is jam packed with stuff. Mom & I get along for the most part, and I handle almost of her needs. The only touchy subject we do not agree on is all the clutter, mess, and junk in disrepair that has accumulated in the house. Even though my parents collected and saved all kinds of stuff, there is really very little of any true value here.
My biggest fear has always been that by the time she passes & I’m able to live my life again, I’ll be too old to enjoy it - as I’m sure many others can relate to as well. I do have degenerative arthritis & other physical problems which limit my mobility, and the thought of cleaning out everything in this house is going to be a nightmare.
I cannot stand clutter and have been quietly trying to “clean up” stuff whenever possible but it’s a slow, difficult, frustrating process. Mom absolutely will not budge when it comes to cleaning out things from the past that are no longer useful. I’ve had friends & relatives actually tell her that certain pieces of furniture, etc. should probably go to the curb, but nothing seems to persuade her. It’s embarrassing and depressing to live in a house where every room is outdated and filled with clutter, but Mom refuses to part with a thing.
How have AC readers dealt with this type of situation in the past? Mom is hardly a wealthy woman and whatever small amount of cash we could get is desperately needed. I am losing my mind & definitely my patience waiting for her permission to purge; I am anxious to begin tossing stuff out.
Any ideas or advice? I’m sick of being buried with old stuff that generally has no significance to me whatsoever.
-I’m Up To My Armpits!!
I was very firm that we could not keep everything but at the same time I let her make the decision on what to keep and what to give away. I set up 3 boxes, one for keeps, one for donate, one for trash. I would go thru each item and show them to her and ask which box it went into. We also set aside some items to pass on to family or friends. Of course I sneaked a lot of things into the trash box when she wasn't looking! Then I would take the trash and donate boxes away with me so she could go dumpster diving.
When we moved her to Assisted Living we went thru the house room by room and she picked out what she wanted in her new place and told me what things she wanted to offer to family and neighbors.
I think what worked best was keeping her in the decision making process, listening to her stories of when and where things were acquired, and being very firm that choices had to be made. And she wanted to feel that other people would cherish the things the way she had. Like your Mom, she grew up in the Depression and any possession was valuable in her eyes.
I have seen recommendation to take photos of things to let her recall the memories even if she doesn’t keep the item.
And go thru every pocket, purse, etc looking for hidden items. Open every letter, card and envelope. I found over $300 is cash and gift cards dating back to 1985 in moms stash. This is important if you hire a firm to do the clearing.
One of my siblings was badgering my mom for handouts at the end of Mom’s life.
Mom said, “isn’t she supposed to wait until I die before she starts to pick at my bones?” How shameful that my sister made her feel that way.
(At least it’s not just happening in my family.)
Certainly vultures have their place and purpose in this world — we all get to make our own personal decision whether we want to be one.
How do you want to be treated by your heirs? How do you want to be viewed (even viewed by yourself)?
If you spend all the time possible with your parent - - honorably- - at the end of their life, you will have fewer regrets.
I went through this same exercise with my parents - a mother who was unwilling to part with anything - so you have my sympathy.
They had made me their power of attorney for all their decisions due to the wife's frontal temporal dementia and the husband's memory issues. We had been friends for about 40 years and they had no children or close relatives, so I got selected to be their first power of attorney. Two others were added, but I did all the work and I don't regret being able to do this service for them. I was retired and had the time and my mind still worked o.k., so why not? I got to know them even better going through the things they had saved from their youth and early working years. Some of those saved things were on display at Beth's funeral in 2015. Jim is still in that same memory care apartment and I never once told him anything about what I was doing. He could no longer process things or make good decisions, so I did instead.
Her kitchen has always been small but it's becoming difficult to find places to put things. This has helped her agree to do a little purging. As is the case with many families, no one really wants her old dishes or silver. But I've asked my children to accept any gifts and get rid of them as they wish so that we will have less to deal with when we're grieving.
I've had good luck tackling one space at a time. We began in the basement--the fact that the things were stashed in the basement were the first clue that they weren't that important to her. We found, among other things, my sixth-grade art project, fitted sheets without any elastic, and crumbling Christmas decorations. She insisted that these things could be donated, so we kept two bags for donation...one went to the Goodwill, the other to the trash. We need to do this many more times, but every little bit helps.
We are also noting what NOT to do to our own kids. We are purging our own belongings more frequently. We are much more careful about adding belongings to our home. We are NOT adamantly insisting that we stay in our home until things get desperate.
(I see many people mention hoarding, and I don't think this is hoarding. Hoarders keep buying stuff. The Depression/WWII era elders were never big on buying...just on saving. The result is the same--too much stuff--but the underlying issues are different.)
I'm an 83 year old "collector". We had an Estate Sale when we downsized three years ago. I still have a bunch of stuff in storage and last week I told my kids to take what they want and donate the rest. All I want are a few antique lamps and my sewing machine.
I find caregiving for my husband, who is suffering from Alzheimers, very stressful. I need less baggage in my peripheral - both physically and mentally so I decided to start shedding the unnecessary items - this includes folks that piss me off. :)
Not sure what her son did with all the "stuff" but I assume it went into a big dumpster.
Sorting through thousands of items to find something "valuable" takes an infinite amount of time and research. To see if an item could be sold on EBay for $10. Who would spend time doing that?
As an experienced EBay seller, selling on EBay is time consuming and full of frustration when something doesn't arrive intact, or buyer claims "doesn't work." Packing is a pain, shipping is expensive and you have to take the item to a shipper if your postal carrier cannot pick it up. We found it was only worth the time and trouble if you are selling high dollar value items.
As for estate sales: when father in law moved from his 6 bedroom, 4+bath home (3 stories, plus basement,) we contacted multiple estate sale agents. None would take on this project since they determined nothing he owned would be worth the time and effort. Old furniture and knick knacks with damage, household dishes, linens, "artwork," etc: no one wants that stuff. Since then, when emptying out parent's house, after the family took what they could use, we hired a "remover," and stuff when into the truck for disposal.
We also had everyone come pick up the items they wanted. We didn’t have time to stop everything and ship it or drive over to them.
My friend and her boyfriend had just bought a house so we donated most of the furniture to them. They came and took it all away.
It's not nice, but I'm guessing that if mom goes to bed earlier and you are up later you might make some progress in small increments. Can you load a bag up, stash it in your car trunk and take it to the city for disposal? Or to a place that accepts donations?
Would the fire dept be of any help if they did an inspection?
Check out some of your stuff on ebay...it may have more value than you realize. Maybe if you post on Next Door or similar you can find someone who knows about posting things on ebay and give them a cut for selling it?
If mom is gone and you have to deal with it, you could probably have a house sale and lock rooms you want to keep people out of.
Tasks like this make me think of Anne Lamott's book, Bird by Bird....just take it one at a time, and it will eventually get done. Do not hurt your own health by trying to tackle it all at once. Take good care....
As useless as some of it might be, she does miss it if we toss even the smallest thing. 6 years ago she bought a storage shed and my sisters (with some small help from me) went through all the stuff, sorted it into boxes as she told us the stories of the treasured items. Most of it went into the shed in neatly labeled containers, a couple of bags went to Goodwill, and 1 bag went in the trash. It thinned out the amount of stuff in her living space and she has the option to ask to have something brought into the house.
Most of her "treasures" are junk. The chief sorting sister carefully labelled those few boxes of things that had some value. When Mom dies or can no longer refuse to go into nursing care we will take the valuables. All grandchildren and great grandchildren will have a couple of weeks to come and look at the stuff to see if there is anything they want. Then we will hire someone to haul it all off. We will not care if they keep it, sell it, or dump it all. 1 other sister and I have agreed to split the cost of hauling the junk off, which keeps the other 2 from worrying about whether they will have the strength or the money to do the job when it needs to be done.
Yeah, the presence of so much stuff is sometimes annoying, but the one thing that all of us sisters agree on is that we want to have friendly, pleasant relations with Mom. We want her final years to be pleasant for her. For 2 of us (we are 4), this time is actually the best time of our lives with Mom as our childhood experience was pretty nasty at times. She can no longer dictate what happens in our lives and we will not dictate what happens in hers. She is getting more frail and we keep thinking that her time must be just about done, but she has some kind of near-immortality and keeps on going. 3 or 4 years ago we called everyone and told them to come see her for the last time. Ha! Still going, like the Eveready bunny! For now, we choose to have peace with Mom and let her keep her stuff. It is worth it for the pleasantness of our weekly visits. As a child I never experienced a loving, nurturing mother. I now have a mother with whom I can have a pleasant conversation, which is worth putting up with the junk.
My mom grew up during the depression as well.
She had three bedrooms so full we could barely enter them.
It has taken many years but she is slowly letting go. She has gotten to the point in her life where she understands they are just material things and bring her no joy. It is still hard for her though.
Sorry I cannot help you.
First--before I tell my own very similar tale, I say this: find a way to get your mom out of the house for a bit and tackle any area of trash you can. Getting a dumpster would be nice, but you'll have trouble with her seeing you fill it. I think just start in any corner or closet and chip away. Maybe there is so much that she won't notice?
YOU matter, too, especially since you live together! I have a mother as well who thinks literal trash is "useable." I guess she's the ultimate recycler (her parents went through The Depression, and she was an art teacher). She even has large boxes of urine specimen cups from a doctor that she planned to use for paint projects.
Oh, how I feel and share your pain! I'm 55, and while I don't live with my mom, I'm facing the very same problem. She can part with NOTHING--including all my grandparents' things she took after they died. She's 83, and I live an hour away in a different time zone. She is (temporarily?) in a nursing/rehab home after a second femur break, but she has an assisted living apartment that she moved into four years ago.
Despite the move, she insisted on keeping two homes (one was a family lake house)--filled to the gills with TONS of belongings and clutter. She kept my grandma's dentures, for example! There isn't a single piece of paper, article of clothing, object, or even a broken item my mom doesn't keep--even the cardboard box to a toilet has been saved.
She's claimed I'm NOT to touch any of it. "She" will get back to clean up. We finally convinced her to sell the lake house with a lot of its contents and trash included, but nonetheless, much still made its way back to her home and garage.
The main home still remains, and I have lots of true anxiety--like you--over how I will clean it all out and prep the house for sale someday. I have the advantage of her not being in the house, so I began years ago tackling some of it on my own. I have a husband, but I don't ask him to help much as he was always burdened with her lake chores.
I started hand-bagging as much true trash and hauling it up and out on my own and taking it to our office dumpster back at home. Yes, I cram my car full of trash on each trip. It's back-breaking work. My brother lives too far away and is too sympathetic with her to agree to start helping me sort trash from treasure. He always thinks we need her "permission!" Sorry, but that ship has sailed--we're 55 and not getting any younger. She no longer has my permission to ruin my life with her issues.
I, too, fear just as I was about to enjoy my later years, they will be consumed with taking care of her affairs, finances, and home. No one else will do it. Since she landed in the rehab place, I've spent a solid two months, hours on end, tending to her finances and trying to prep her taxes--very tough, as all her accounts are by snail mail with the papers in a huge disorganized mess, and her funds are locked in a trust she just formed a year ago...but she forgot to ask for a POA to be included (the existing POA I have is ineffective, now) in the trust. Back to the lawyer, we will go.
Even though she's still alive, I plan to get a dumpster this summer and begin the awful chore--while I still have a bit of energy, myself. After four years of living in an assisted living facility with numerous hospitalizations and time in rehab for broken bones, she's clearly not returning home. Since this last surgery, her cognition and memory slipped significantly, so I have even more reason to move forward. Yes, I have some arthritis, too, and my joints are not what they were even a few years ago, so time is of the essence--otherwise, it'll be MY kids cleaning up my own mess, her mess, and my grandparents' things. I've vowed NEVER to do this to my own kids. Ever.
Good luck and God Bless you and all others going through this situation.
"She no longer has my permission to ruin my life with her issues."
It hit home with me on another issue I'm going through with my husband.
Thank you.
Start small, with a bathroom, and make it your own. Any clutter or mess of hers goes into a different room. Don’t ask, just do it. When you have a nice room , show it to her. Tell her how good it makes you feel. After you complete your nice room, begin the rest of the house :
Items in disrepair need to go in the garbage. Start with something clearly, obviously broken, and not decorative (a vacuum cleaner, or toaster). Tell her (don’t ask) you’re going to throw it out because it’s cluttering up her life, and yours. Then do it. Try to get rid of something every day, even if it’s an old envelope. Don’t toss sentimental letters, but do toss old utility bills, tax files, bank statements. Some may need to be shredded. Begin with items that are Easy, no decision necessary, and remember how good your one beautiful, clean, uncluttered room feels.
My husband is a hoarder, as bad as you see on TV. He can’t help himself, but I can. Think of it that way—it is up to you to give your mom a nice place to live out her last years. And you and she deserve that. YOU can create it .
Offer to create a beautiful, uncluttered room for her, too!
”One in, one out” is a rule for life. If a new magazine arrives, an old one gets pitched. Every time. If magazines aren’t being read, discontinue the subscription. Don’t ask, just notice. If she loves her National Geographics, and reads them, don’t touch them. Choose something Easy. When you are more comfortable with the process and decisions, you will know what to do with the more difficult clutter items.
As your mom’s caretaker, you are responsible for her welfare, and also your own. You both deserve a nice place to live. She can’t do it, but you can. Do it for her and for you.
Good luck, take charge a little at a time. One small space first, a bathroom or a corner, a cleared off couch, etc.
I keep too much stuff,but over the years I have learned to purge..,.somewhat..,,
I read carefully your advice,,,,eye opening and helpful.
Thank you
I found out last spring that one of his friends and neighbours was also a hoarder and they fed each others behaviours. Heck a year after the neighbour's death I am still trying to have one of his cars removed from our property.
Hoarding is a mental illness. I certainly had a bit more compassion for Dad when trauma triggered it in me, but I also took serious steps to get help. Therapy to deal with the trauma and hired a woman who has become a friend to sort and toss.
One thing I did with Dad a couple years ago. I went through a kitchen cabinet and tossed everything that was more than 2 years past its best before date. That took several hours. Dad sat and watched me and I had to use clear plastic garbage bags.
Since then I have without his knowledge tossed old medication, vitamins and supplements. The oldest I found had a best before date of 1998. but the penicillan was probably 60 years old. No date, hand written label in a small box.
Dad is worried about safety and I was able to take down curtains where the lining was completely shredded, when I told Dad I was worried he would trip on them. They were at the French Doors to the deck and truly were a tripping hazard.
In my mother's case, she was born in the worst year of the Depression (1932) and lived in Chicago. Her father died when she was four years old, and her mother went to work as a "janitress" (my Grandma's word) on the graveyard shift in a large office building downtown. Grandma would make dinner for the four children before she left for work, but when the kids got home from school, the older children would devour the meal. My mother would be left with nothing to eat, and often had to be satisfied with a crust of bread that she would rub in the fat that was left in the frying pan. There was little money for coal to heat the house, and she shivered through the long Chicago winters. She wore threadbare hand-me-downs and ill-fitting castoff shoes. And the worst blow was when her beloved little brother died of diphtheria.
So in my mind, it's no wonder that Mama held onto many things that no one else could possibly find a use for. She was never a hoarder in the strict sense of the word, but everything she did keep had a purpose.