My mother is a hoarder but it has only gotten really bad in the last ten years or so.
When I was young she did not keep the cleanest house but then again she worked full time. My brother and I had chores all the time. My father did not do any cleaning in the home he just badgered my mother and us about cleaning it.
My mom used to try and keep things neat by organizing her hobbies but she became so detailed that it took forever to organize. She wanted to color code and label everything when it really just needed a drawer. Most of the time things remained in stacks everywhere with the hope of organizing them later but the project was so big that it became to much and was never finished.
When my parents divorced we lived together for awhile but since we all shared a house it never really showed itself. After about a year and several arguments later she moved out. It was better that way as I could not live with her controlling personality.
For several years after that I noticed her apartment getting bad. Dishes looked as though they sat in the sink for days. The bathroom looked as though it was never cleaned and there were always things laying all over the floor.
She moved three times after that first apartment so I think that slowed the process as well but she has now been in the same place for seven years and it is really starting to show.
The counters, sink and stove are always covered with dirty dishes, pans, empty soup cans, empty butter wrappers, margarine tubs, milk cartons, egg cartons, forks, knives, spoons, cat food cans etc.
The floor is covered in cat hair and there is usually some dog feces on it as well. There are little bits of tissue and toilet paper all over the floor along with empty cat food and dog food cans.
Her table is completely covered with junk as are the two chairs. There is stuff stacked to the ceiling that she never uses but refuses to get rid of. The funny thing in all this mess she knows were everything is. You don’t dare move anything and I mean anything. If you do she gets angry. Things must be left were they are or she can’t find them. She may not need that Sanka jar with the four different screws in it but if she ever does she will know where it is.
I remember once I was dropping off something she needed and I wanted to use the phone real quick. I asked her were it was and she pointed at a pile of trash on table. She was right, it was under five stacks of old mail, advertisements, an empty cat food can and a mouse pad.
I have not been to her bedroom or computer area for quite awhile and I have no desire to, it is goat path to get there anyway. I know the last time I was in there half of her bed was piled with junk and empty boxes, her ashtrays were over flowing as well as the garbage can. There was only a spot for a cup of coffee on her computer desk. There were dirty plates, silverware and bowls shoved between stacks and stacks of paper, DVDs and VHS tapes.
Anymore the most I am in her place is to drop off groceries which is another things she hoards. She has four to five times as much as I do in my home and we have three adults. She will have me pick up six cans of soup and when I drop them off I see at least 10 to 15 cans of the same soup on her pantry shelf. I am sure there is more food stashed in her cupboards that she has perhaps forgot about or she knows it is there but she has no use for it yet
I do not help her clean anymore. I tried years ago but she would hang over me like a vulture. We got in several arguments over stuff that was just plain garbage as it was broken and had no more use but she refused to get rid of it. I tried to throw things out when she was not looking only to later get a call of where something was. Once I told her it was really trashed so I threw it away she would get angry and hurtful. You would think I threw out some precious china and not a broken plastic dish drain that she no longer used causing me to feel really guilty.
I don’t feel guilty anymore. It is not my fault. I love her but I can’t deal with her. I know she has a problem but I also know she will never admit it. If I try to bring it up she takes it as an insult so I don’t say anything to her about it. I don’t offer to help her clean anymore and she tries to guilt me about that but I don’t let her get to me. It is almost like she has no one in her life to control anymore so know she controls her “stuff”.