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.
He lived with my uncle and his wife for a short time in his 20's and had so much stuff in their house that my aunt's father ordered it removed because he thought the floor boards would collapse.
My mother married him somewhere around this time and didn't understand the extent of his hoarding. Growing up with 7 siblings we lived in a small cape cod with a basement and 2 car garage that we could never use because they were filled to the top with his collection. All kinds of things but mainly paper. My father's profession was a state records expert and archivist. When we moved to a larger house around the time I was 10, we had so much trash out front of the cape cod on one of the moving weeks that a new neighbor stopped over and asked if this is where everyone on the block is supposed to leave their trash for pickup.
Upon moving into the new house, my parents asked each of their parents for money for the down payment on the larger house. My mom's father gave a check on the contingency that my mom gets half of the garage so she has a place to park her car. My father didn't hold up his end of the agreement and proceeded to fill up both sides of the garage.
At the new house my father had the garage and basement filled to the brim with a walking path to be able to get to the washer and dryer. The garage was inaccessible. He also had a large amount of stuff in his half of the master bedroom.
Over the years he started to add to his pile and started to surround himself in the family room, particularly around his chair. This irritated my mother to no end. When my mother's father died, he left everything to her so she had some extra money and wanted to buy a small house for my father to keep his collection. He declined for whatever reasons he had but the truth is that he has to be around the stuff. It seems to provide him with a sense of comfort.
I remember visiting his office at work when I was younger and saw that his office was piled up the same way with a path leading to his desk area. I am sure that this lead to him not receiving a raise or promotion for years at a time while his subordinates received promotions.
Over the years my mother had enough and filed for divorce from my father when I was 21 or so. He was ranting and raving about her leaving him and told his siblings a litany of reasons why she left. His older sister finally blurted out "Look she was fed up with all your stuff." That was the first time anyone outside of his wife or children directly confronted him about his collection.
It took me, my brother and 2 friends 3 weeks to pack and move his collection out of my mom's house and into his new home. The new neighbors thought he moved from a mansion due to the over 400 packing boxes that we unloaded, as well as 40+ shelves and 30+ filing cabinets. At least 15 of the filing cabinets weigh over 600 lbs each.
After he moved into the new place, he called me many times to move in because he didn't have any furniture and he was upset with my mom throughout the divorce. 2 of my siblings were under 18 at the time and he fought to have them every other weekend because he was paying child support now and he was intent on showing my mother and her lawyer that he was indeed a good father. My younger siblings never received much love from my father before this and also were used to living in a much nicer area than where my father now lives. They never had much love for my father since he seemed to care more for his possessions then he did for his children.
About 3 years later with my younger brother and sister now in college, my father started having some serious health problems. This lead to me spending the next 10 years of taking care of him. Getting his medications, doctor and hospital trips, cooking, yard work, etc. Throughout the years 4 of my siblings moved out of state anytime I mentioned that I would be moving out and someone would need to check on dad. The 4 out of staters call once a week to once a month but only visit for 2 days every 5 years or so. The 3 others that live in town don't talk to dad much anymore. They see him for an hour or 2 twice a year. Generally on Christmas with a gift card and some other random day most years.
Dad has had over 10 surgeries over the past decade, 2 trips to ICU following a surgery, had an emergency surgery on Thanksgiving one year and the only child (and only person at all for more than half of them) that has been there for his surgeries has been me. Hoarding has taken his life and his family from him.
With dad's health deteriorating over the years, he now can't sort or get rid of anything that he promised to take care of for over 30 years and I know it's all going to fall on me. He hasn't been in the garage in 7 years or more and has been down to the basement once in 5 years. Yet, he refuses to let me get rid of anything.
So, to answer the question, NO I will have no problem getting rid of my fathers collection. I have cleaned out his room twice over the years. 10 hours each time with him there and he fills it up shortly after. I am going to start getting rid of his things from the garage and basement this year and I am going to make sure he sits and watches every gut wrenching moment. He can't fill them up with his health issues anymore so this is a good time to get rid of things. To force somebody to spend weeks or months cleaning up after you is extremely inconsiderate and I will have no problem getting rid of his stuff with a smile on my face.
I typed this on my phone so if it appears rambling or incoherent at times, sorry.
While my father was alive, I spent $13,000 (you read that correctly) hiring a team of four men who worked for two weeks straight THROWING OUT ALL HIS JUNK from his shop. I literally stayed there each day, brought lunch and water, and somehow missed the fact that he managed to move some of this stuff from his shop to his house. A lot of metal was melted down for scrap--about $835 worth to offset the expenses but you can see that nothing he saved was worth anything. THEN--after he died, I paid another clean-out company $225 a load to drag 12 dump trucks full of more CR@P to the town dump and donated any usable furniture to a church hosting international students. I had to spend another 11 days in his home. Did I miss anything? Hell no! Some photographs, a book or two and some personal papers about our family--maybe a handful of those. When I got home, the first thing I did was throw everything out of my house that i was keeping because someday my kids might use it! i am NOT going to do to them what he did to me. I loved Dad but I did not love his packrat ways. Hoarders are selfish, depressed, using their useless stuff to keep distance from their families. If it weren't illegal, I'd say buy a stick of dynamite. Throw it in and BURN the place to the ground! Sign me exhausted and FED-UP!;)
A garage sale would be nice; donate what you can't sell but could be of use to others. Or invite the whole neighborhood to come in and take whatever they can carry.
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