I've had this issue. I'm a member over at squalorsurvivors website, have been for a while. There is a good forum associated with the site for people who are dealing with this in their own life.
It's really embarrassing and hard to live with. It's not something that's so easy to stop doing and "just getting rid of things" doesn't stop it from happening.
The maintenance it takes not to start filling space again is not something most normal-style packrats even can really understand. It's rough.
My roommate thinks I'm a hoarder because I work from home and leave my paperwork lying around (tax time is a bitch). I'm really not; I'm just not very organized. I have no problem parting with stuff... I just hate filing, damnit.
One of my close friend's parents are hoarders. They have a fish tank in the basement in which all the fish died. They scooped out the fish but let the rancid water just dry up, and when it did, started storing other crap they hoard in said fishtank. I want to send my roommate to live with them for a month.
My mom is a hoarder, not really so much out of a desire for the items themselves, out of complete laziness. And her basement is has a huge room that is completely impenetratable without climbling gear becaus of all the boxes and bags.
I get sick when I go home at Christmas, because of all the must and dust in the house.
She has bags and bags of children's clothes from the 80s and 90s. She says she doesn't have time to go through the bags, so I suggest just taking them to goodwill, but she refuses (something she might want could be in one of those bags).
@Super1984: I started surreptitiously removing things from my father's house whenever his back was turned or he took a nap. This kinda worked, but he's not severe.
@Treeless: I would totally do this, except that she moved 1,200 miles away when I was at college, so I'm only there around twice a year. Also, I've been pretty much banned from the basement because I climbed over some boxes of junk (I might have damaged something she wanted, although she doesn't know this, because she won't go through the boxes). I love how when the my family moved, they just loaded up the semi with all the junk without going through it. They could have saved so much in moving costs
She also has hundreds and hundreds of books she got for free when she worked for a Christian publishing company in like 1990. And she's not even really Christian any more. And she has papers from when she was in college. And rusty pots in boxes, and moldy stuffed animals.
@Super1984: My parents moved a bunch of moving boxes from their previous move. I'm not kidding. I was like... uh, guys. If you haven't used it in the last 4 years, you don't need it. Srsly.
My aunt was a shopper/horder - she'd buy one in every color - whatever it was. When she died her house was full of racks and racks of clothing with tags still on. UPS packages arrived for weeks after the funeral. Her daughter was livid about the piles of junk sold on late night tv.
I am quite the opposite: I prefer a Spartan existence, so I'm always looking for a reason to throw things out. I have a rule, "one in, one out". If I buy new sheets, I have to give a set away. That new pair of shoes came at the expense of a pair collecting dust in the back of the closet.
Another rule: if I haven't used it in a year, bless someone else with it." I had about 5 new sets of Christmas cards that I had bought with the intention of sending them out... 3 years ago. So I gave them to my neighbor, who is very diligent about those things.
Problem is, I also tend to throw away important things like bills, tax receipts, even cards.
The "Fly Lady" site has really great advice on how to declutter, clean and tidy, especially if hoarding, procrastinating or depression are holding you back. The site design is a bit cutesy and there's a family/Christian emphasis which may not be relevant (it certainly isn't to me) but it's 'babysteps' approach is excellent for the overwhelmed.
@Plum-Pie: 2nd this-if you can get past her smarmyness and churchiness she has some great ideas. You also have to submit to basically being talked to like an idiot but if you have such a mess that you don't even know where to begin suck it up and deal.
I think I'm a digital hoarder :: I don't hoard physical, tangible, objects, but when I'm REALLY interested in something (vintage fashion, Black female superheroes and comic book characters, etc) I literally find HUNDREDS (maybe thousands) of pictures of those things and start cataloging, categorizing, and grouping them on my laptop :: I've had to transfer my collections to a few flashdrives now, sooooooo I think I might be a new breed of e-hoarder.
@BeccaSaurus Rex: I do this with photos too. And I upload most of my photos to multiple online hosting sites. I lost a harddrive a couple of years ago and lost a lot of good photos so now I am slightly (a lot) paranoid and back up stuff a lot.
when my family was cleaning out my great grandfather's basement they found a grenade. the bomb squad had to come out and clear the area to make sure it was safe but the thing was so old, i guess it was fine. those things are surprisingly heavy for something that fits in your hand.
My daughter and I were just talking about my hubby's inability to throw anything away. If I pass first I think she's really worried because she knows that I have kind of put a brake on his saving everything. His mother kept all kinds of crap blaming the depression.
I used to be pretty bad when I was a kid. Everyone called me "pack rat". Interestingly I had an uncle on my father's side die a few years ago and heard that he was a major hoarder. He filled my grandmother's house with junk and filled his "camp" (N.H. lake place) with stuff. So maybe it runs in the family.
My worst thing is books, but I think my daughter is prepared to deal with books 'cause she loves books also.
Her dad's worst thing from my point of view is whenever something mechanical or electronic breaks he takes it apart to see what it's like inside and then keeps all of that. The other thing is that his hobby has been photography since he was a kid. Fortunately digital cameras were invented before we could be buried in slides.
I used to have hoarding tendencies until I moved from a tiny studio flat to a 1-bed flat about 2 years ago. I threw out/gave away so much stuff it scared me and I've recycled/given away unnecessary stuff with great alacrity ever since.
I also don't like cleaning but don't like living in a dirty house, so the house can't be full of stuff otherwise I'd never clean it!
Also, I grew up in a house that was constantly cluttered (not dirty, not hoard-y, but just a little bit too much stuff here and there.) I lived in an extremely EXTREEEMELY disorderly roommate situation for awhile.
Now that I live on my own and basically just own a mattress, some area rugs, and a desk? I throw things out so compulsively that I sometimes almost miss them later (like shoes that don't fit quite right but I can't return them and they're mostly unworn, so I give them to the Salvation Army and then miss them.) I sometimes sit on my freshly-vacuumed rugs on my totally empty floor and just sit and look at the empty.
@tscheese: I'm with you. I can't take clutter. It hurts my brain. I clean closets, drawers, etc. nearly every weekend and take bags of stuff to the local thrift shop or freecycle as often as I can.
@QueenOfTheForest: I'm not THAT neat - I mean, the state of the dishes in my sink is pretty appalling - but I don't like owning lots of stuff that I can trip over, and for the most part I keep my surroundings pretty non-dirty.
I still have a bunch of statements, letters, necklaces, little bottles of lotion, candles, kazoos, etc on my "dining room table" (tiny folding table), but I never use that, so it's okay.
My aunt favored old newspapers and nearly-empty jars of peanut butter. Her cats loved this, but the health inspector ultimately did not, and her house was condemned. My mom stopped letting us go into her house starting from when we were young because she didn't want us to have to see it and deal with it, and eventually she stopped going--the last time she saw it was when they forced her to move out and she needed help rescuing some clothes and necessities. It's a sad, isolating disease; I'm amazed your grandmother was able to stick around through it. Most partners don't.
My boss/former landlord is the same kind of hoarder as your grandfather, Sadie. He has a farm with several tractor trailers full of junk he just cannot part with. He pays rent on two offices just so he doesn't have to throw away any of his old files. He buys stuff he will never ever need just because it's a great deal. I think his father was a hoarder too, since one of the barns on the property is full of broken tools, non working vehicles, empty milk bottles and years and years of molding newspapers dating back to the 1920's.
While I worked for him, I managed to empty seven file cabinets and one office, plus two full sized dumpsters worth of things from the barn, but there's no way he's going to change this behavior. I feel sorry for his son who will have to deal with it after his death.
No one in my immediate family really does this. My dad collects antiques, but he usually has a purpose for them, and my grandma is borderline obsessive on her sheer ability to stack, neaten, dust, organize, and catalogue every single item in her basement.
However I've known elderly relatives of friends and friends of relatives, etc, who had giant huge IMMENSE rooms just full of STUFF. As they got along in years, they just kind of stopped using their basements or dens or guest bedrooms and started using them as junk repositories instead. Whether they were deliberately hoarding or just forming "junk rooms", I've helped clean some of these areas during moves and such, and it's always oddly sad.
Easter baskets from 20 years ago. Broken remnants of board games. Stuff that was once bright and gaudy and intended for amusement, now crumbled into junk underneath a rotting ottoman or ruined mattress. It's a giant sad fire hazard.
My ex-FIL was/is a hoarder. He had two apartments and an entire house (not to mention several junk cars) FULL of Goodwill crap: knick-knacks, flatware, hotel paintings, books, clothes, you name it, he had a dozen. At one point, an apartment of his housed a lifesize cut-out of I Dream of Jeannie (okay, that was actually pretty funny). I DREADED visits, because he would constantly unload 70s cookbooks and utensils and crap on my ex and I. He just sort of shook his head and took it in stride, but I flat refused the junk after a while. It was amazing to me that hoarding is often considered a sort of OCD, because I always think of obsessive cleanliness being a hallmark of that condition, but it was like he was obsessively NOT clean - to the point at which I couldn't stomach being in the house because of the ammoniac odor from all the cat piss, moldy food in corners, under furniture, bugs, etc. Honestly, I felt bad for him, because he so obviously had a problem, but I think I was more often frustrated as hell with my ex's resignation and inability to say no to the junk.
@lindsaylouhan: omigod. You are me!! (see above) Whenever we visit my "in-laws" I have to remind my partner to NOT ACCEPT ANYTHING. Seriously. I'm like "Just Say NO" because they are constantly foisting their stuffs on us.
They are well-meaning, but even a box of cans from Costco can cause an infestations of moths for months.
@echoparkgal: Ha! I'm amazed that there are so many of us that have had to deal with this phenomenon. I really wonder about to what extent is it cultural/social and to what extent could it be considered an OCD-type disorder. Our culture does put a TON of weight on the importance of things. And it really fucks up the hoarder's kids, that's for sure - my ex knew that his dad had a problem, but felt INSANELY guilty if we refused the stuff, because he equated that exchange of useless junk to be a show of affection. Sometimes, I would get so frustrated I just wanted to scream at him that normal people say I love you and call and send mail during the holidays! No more 30 different ways to use cream soup cookbooks please!!
@lindsaylouhan: See, I just take the stuff from my hoarding family and then get rid of it when I'm out of sight. Leftovers made with expired food? Thanks, Grammy! ::throws it in the dumpster at my apartment:: James Brown Cookeeez you found at Big Lots? Well, OK, I'll keep those, but only to show my friends.
@prestocaro love/hates her kettlebell: But trunkfuls of stuff? It wasn't just the odd book or weird food item - THAT I could've handled no problem. No, he would pop the trunk of his Dodge and stuff sacks full of crap into our arms. That, I wasn't having.
@lindsaylouhan: I fill it up and then dump it as soon as I can. I'm just not the kind of person to tell my ailing grammy that I don't want her crap, and that she's being dysfunctional by thinking giving me what is essentially garbage is a sign of love. I mean, I wish I could tell her that, but I don't have it in me. If you can, more power to you! I'm just being kind of spineless about it.
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It's really embarrassing and hard to live with. It's not something that's so easy to stop doing and "just getting rid of things" doesn't stop it from happening.
The maintenance it takes not to start filling space again is not something most normal-style packrats even can really understand. It's rough.
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One of my close friend's parents are hoarders. They have a fish tank in the basement in which all the fish died. They scooped out the fish but let the rancid water just dry up, and when it did, started storing other crap they hoard in said fishtank. I want to send my roommate to live with them for a month.
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I get sick when I go home at Christmas, because of all the must and dust in the house.
She has bags and bags of children's clothes from the 80s and 90s. She says she doesn't have time to go through the bags, so I suggest just taking them to goodwill, but she refuses (something she might want could be in one of those bags).
I hate going home.
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She also has hundreds and hundreds of books she got for free when she worked for a Christian publishing company in like 1990. And she's not even really Christian any more. And she has papers from when she was in college. And rusty pots in boxes, and moldy stuffed animals.
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Another rule: if I haven't used it in a year, bless someone else with it." I had about 5 new sets of Christmas cards that I had bought with the intention of sending them out... 3 years ago. So I gave them to my neighbor, who is very diligent about those things.
Problem is, I also tend to throw away important things like bills, tax receipts, even cards.
Is there a name for this?
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I used to be pretty bad when I was a kid. Everyone called me "pack rat". Interestingly I had an uncle on my father's side die a few years ago and heard that he was a major hoarder. He filled my grandmother's house with junk and filled his "camp" (N.H. lake place) with stuff. So maybe it runs in the family.
My worst thing is books, but I think my daughter is prepared to deal with books 'cause she loves books also.
Her dad's worst thing from my point of view is whenever something mechanical or electronic breaks he takes it apart to see what it's like inside and then keeps all of that. The other thing is that his hobby has been photography since he was a kid. Fortunately digital cameras were invented before we could be buried in slides.
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I also don't like cleaning but don't like living in a dirty house, so the house can't be full of stuff otherwise I'd never clean it!
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Now that I live on my own and basically just own a mattress, some area rugs, and a desk? I throw things out so compulsively that I sometimes almost miss them later (like shoes that don't fit quite right but I can't return them and they're mostly unworn, so I give them to the Salvation Army and then miss them.) I sometimes sit on my freshly-vacuumed rugs on my totally empty floor and just sit and look at the empty.
I don't think I'll ever be a hoarder.
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I love the empty.
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I still have a bunch of statements, letters, necklaces, little bottles of lotion, candles, kazoos, etc on my "dining room table" (tiny folding table), but I never use that, so it's okay.
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While I worked for him, I managed to empty seven file cabinets and one office, plus two full sized dumpsters worth of things from the barn, but there's no way he's going to change this behavior. I feel sorry for his son who will have to deal with it after his death.
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However I've known elderly relatives of friends and friends of relatives, etc, who had giant huge IMMENSE rooms just full of STUFF. As they got along in years, they just kind of stopped using their basements or dens or guest bedrooms and started using them as junk repositories instead. Whether they were deliberately hoarding or just forming "junk rooms", I've helped clean some of these areas during moves and such, and it's always oddly sad.
Easter baskets from 20 years ago. Broken remnants of board games. Stuff that was once bright and gaudy and intended for amusement, now crumbled into junk underneath a rotting ottoman or ruined mattress. It's a giant sad fire hazard.
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They are well-meaning, but even a box of cans from Costco can cause an infestations of moths for months.
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