Saturday, June 15, 2013
My mother is moving this weekend from a house she has lived in for more than 30 years. She has sold the family property that has belonged to my father's side of the family since the 1880's. While I am not at all pleased about this, I am not allowed to say a word against it, because apparently I just don't understand these complicated adult sorts of matters (I am 40 years old and I'm a home owner).
Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if my mother wasn't a hoarder. That's right she's a hoarder. Picture the scariest episode of "Hoarding - Buried Alive" you've ever watched...that's my mom's house. I can't step foot in the place, if I do, my asthma goes nuts and I usually have to make a visit to my doctor.
There are six children in our family. Do you know how many of them are helping her right now? One. That's the one who lives with her. He keeps calling me to tell me how awful the whole thing is. So, I'm getting a play-by-play account of the madness. She is apparently yelling at everyone because they are going to "ruin her stuff."
I live my life in terror of the idea of one day becoming a hoarder myself. All of my siblings are hoarders. Somehow I escaped it, but I suspect I could become one if I found myself in dire circumstances. I do love collecting little things. I have a great affection for nicknacks and antiques.
My mother doesn't have her new house yet. So, everything is going into storage. I see this leading to her buying all new stuff and keeping the old stuff in storage...forever. This will lead to outrageous storage bills. She won't part with any of it. It'll rot as she collects a whole new pile of stuff.
Hoarding is a disorder. It's crippling and tragic...and I would feel sorry for her. Truly, I would...BUT she's the most judgmental person I have ever met in my whole life. She walks into my house and starts teasing me if she sees a cobweb. She'll giggle if there's a dirty dish in my sink. Her favorite thing to say is,"Oh, I guess you didn't have a chance to straight things up before company arrived?"
And I said all that after my last blog where I promised not to unload on you darling little Sparkers! I guess I just couldn't hold it in any longer.
I'm going to go clean my house now.