If you have followed along here at Hoarding Woes, you know that before all this cleanup with my Auntie’s house there was a long journey of cancer with my Mom. She too had a hoarding home. A frankly filthy hoarding home that no one and I mean no one was admitted into. I have written about it before…her self imposed isolation. Isolated from the outside unless she escaped the confines of the house. Isolated inside the house from the toilet, the bathtub, the shower, the washer and dryer, the sinks. Isolated to a very small spot in the basement, sitting and sleeping in a narrow chair. Surrounded beyond your imagination in stuff. Wet stuff, dirty stuff, discarded stuff, treasures. The only avenue out was up the basement stairs, crawling up stuff that obscured each step.
Is your loved one living this way? Are you avoiding the confrontation? Do something, don’t just sit there thinking it will go away.