We moved mom into yet another nursing facility and well I started cleaning out her house. She is a hoarder. Hundreds of craft items , junk you name it, floor to ceiling. She wants to go through all of it, but I dont have time nor do I live in the same state as her. She is mad , mad and upset, but what can I do, I have to get rid of stuff. there is 40 plus years of stuff, the stuff will out live her. I am keeping some but really I cant keep it all. i am so tired and broken down from her, she is making me sick to think that this stuff is all her life , not her children not her life, not her grandkids, great grandkids. SHe is mental ill I know that but no one will help what do I do.
If the chore of getting through all of that stuff has fallen to you all I can suggest is that you take it one day at a time. Hire a dumpster to park in the driveway and just work your way through it, that's the only way to do it. As a precaution, depending upon the state of the hoard you might want to use a respirator mask to avoid sucking in dust and years of mites.
Do you have siblings that can help? Any family at all that can help? If not I'm sure there are services that you can hire to come in and remove all the stuff but I don't know how much they'd charge. It would probably be worth the money.
And you're right again about that stuff being her life at the expense of her family. That's the mental illness. There's a huge emotional void in your mom. Some people who have that void fill it with drugs or alcohol or sex or gambling. This is how your mom filled the void. That's how she coped. And stripping her of her coping mechanism while she stands there with you will get you absolutely nowhere.
Get family to help or hire some company to come in and remove the hoard. Get through it as quickly as possible and be done with it.
I'm now cleaning my house of useless things.
We have Costco by us which allows you to take boxes. We took boxes (that stack) and began to sort different items that way. We could not deal with the clothes as we did not know what was clean or not and threw them out.
The best way to start is in one room so you can make space to use that....You will have to get help from someone... this is too great a task for one person.
The saddest thing about all the scrimping/saving she did, she was wealthy enough to afford a beautiful assisted living......hugs to you, I know what you are going through.
Call the county health and see if there is a therapist that can help you and your Mom, and suggest a professional crew that can come to house to help you sort through the items.
It was a one step at a time process. I involved her via phone when I could to give her some sense of ownership, but it all depends on the state of your mom. I definitely pushed back a lot and took ownership of the whole process and just did it. We will see if my mom returns home if she is mad or glad that it occurred since she will have had time to get used to the idea. However I have been practicing tough love with my mom for a very long time now (at least 10 years) and this was another time in which I needed to do that. I hope my story helps. Stay strong. Do what you know is right for her even if she isn't happy about it. There is a lot that she is no longer in control of and that is hard. Let her social worker and/or doctor know this is occurring though so they can support her if needed. They will also be a tremendous support to you!
One hour solid work. Than stop. Do something else. One hour each day is 7 hours a week times 4 weeks is 28 hours a month. You can do this to clean out your own house. Know you are under the gun with a Mom or Dad. Hope this helps.
Things sell for a pittance at estate sales typically; do not feel bad about picking out the things you will value more than they will bring in cash; my mom was still alive and in need of care when we did this, and I mistakenly hoped for and expected more to help pay for her care than we got. Go to a couple of sales locally to see what they are like and it may help you with both decisions and emotions.
My MILs place was another story - it was a horrible job going through everything and realizing just how dysfunctional they had become, with wads of cash totalling nearly $1000.00 stuffed in drawers and various places. Very little of their stuff was worth anything at all, and my BIL had to hire a company to clean up before he could sell the place.
Yes, I am making sure I give lots of stuff away. I'm one not to throw out anything, but I feel very OK about donating anything we can't use or choose to replace with something new, and that's probably the only thing that keeps me from being a true hoarder myself.
i once commented to my mom that i thought the bible to be a collection of opium visions and given enough opium i could write something as equally profound. mom chuckled wryly and agreed with my rewriting it and possibly making it more understandable. lol . im not undermining christians im just sayin dressing up and singing hymns is mental imo. help an addict, help a helpless elder, make a child feel good about themselves etc. do the work, f**k the formalities..
sorry guys, i spin out. sigh, im not sorry, just explaining my phsycotic drivel..
Mom collected all sorts of stuff, but we moved it all on. I recycled her piles and piles of papers and magazines. We never used a dumpster and she had a large, FULL house. People buy those old spices, cooking things, clothes (think of theaters, too, for period clothes), etc.
The estate sale company will help because it is in their best interest to have the goods clean and organized. But you need to go through everything, first, like others have said, to be sure not to miss hidden money or something valuable stashed away.
Good luck!
I do believe going through Mom's house and enduring the estate sale was the hardest thing I've ever done. I thought about it daily for a couple of years after. Now I still think about it, but a little less frequently.
my mother left a personal safe full of old coins. i dont need a hobby of pricing every piece, then getting ripped off after hundreds of hours of lamedumbshit -ed- ness. i gave that liability to the first volunteer. im more into trimming the loosefitting cutoffs off of a woman, a sliver at a time with sharp scissors , as opposed to haggling over a nickle thats now worth 5 cents.
To this day, at 96 and all-consumed with dementia, she continues to hoard stuff in her room at the nursing home....used plastic spoons and cups, plastic bags, condiments & sugar packets from the dining room, anything else she can pick up without anyone catching her. Such a sad state, to not be able to connect with anyone/anything other than a plastic spoon.
For those who still have some other options here is what my family did: I would clear out a few items each vacation visit. My brother lives 4 hours away and his sisters are several states away. I did a silent, visual inspection each time I visited. They were not even using/accessing items on the highest shelves or the attic. So I started by boxing those up and donating. I knew they would put nothing more up there as they had already given up climbing ladders. Then I looked in drawers and closets. Clothes that had obviously not been touched were donated. Items of question were put into the trash cart only the night before trash pick-up. I started cleaning out the "junk" drawers in the utility room. I guess I was using a process of elimination, starting at the least threatening position and working forward. Friends felt they shouldn't take the items of value - china, sports equipment, firearms and tools. We told them it was of tremendous help because if they didn't take it, it would just go to the rummage sale. I convinced a couple to take a few items they didn't want, deliver them to the thrift. In exchange, they kept the donation receipt so they could use it for taxes. Thrift stores often give the donor a card or receipt where you can write in what you donated, and give it a dollar value. Mom was moved to her apartment very soon after Dad's death. I'm still going through some small stuff - it gets mailed to me from CA and NV to GA. My brother put some boxes in his garage in NV. My brother also took a few boxes to her new apartment and this gives her some chance to go through stuff. My brother sifts through the stuff that's in his garage. Mom has been going through stuff in several boxes at her apartment. This sort of creates a division of labor without Mom's thinking she's only part of a campaign to get rid of stuff. Some small items and the china have been shipped to me and my sister. My brother takes her to the post office or UPS once in a while. This helps keep her involved in the decision making process. So, even several states and two years later, we're all helping sift through things and keep what we really want and donate the rest. I've received some pictures and military memorabilia of Dad's - the lightweight items easy to ship.
Another idea about clearing the garage and attic after our parents were obviously not using the stuff - those items were discreetly donated. I returned the emptied boxes to the garage and attic and arranged them in the order in which they were previously stacked. Thus, it appeared everything was in it's rightful place. Items in boxes were donated and I brought the boxes back, arranged them on the upper shelves the way they had always been. This return-the-boxes technique helps set the stage for when we really have to haul. A number of empty boxes are immediately available and this little trick helps because we can clean up with out it being obvious and upsetting to our parents.
If one does feel bad about getting rid of the stuff, I would encourage them to focus on the good that will be done by either selling in a rummage sale or donating to less fortunate people who can, and will, actually use the stuff. Any money made from from the sale could be used for the ongoing care of the elder. So, all this is a process that benefits others.
However, I do understand that it can mark a major transition into the final years of the elders' lives, and a huge wake-up call about a finite future to the ones who are doing the purging. For me, it was the great life lesson about the importance of relationships and experiences....not stuff!