Just passing through to say....
ARGH! She just called me as I am working offsite at a coffee shop. She apparently discovered the joys of Miralax...
Yup. Despite all my boundaries, she called me during a business day, while I am in a public place... to talk about a laxative. To talk about her elimination... or lack there of...
GAH! I just hung up.
Seriously? What is with this woman's obsession with poo?
<Muttering to myself...>
My name is Lisabeth, and I am the adult child of a compulsive hoarding mother. The take away from my journey is that the hoard is merely a symptom of a life threatening, relationship-destroying mental illness. An illness that often includes behaviors from addiction, child/domestic abuse, and personality disorders such as narcissistic personality disorder. Stay, read, and please, by all means, intervene if you see a child being raised in the shadow of the hoard.
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