Oh MY...
So, it is time for the next installment of 'From The Mouth Of A Hoarder'...
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"Do you fart a lot""
Excuse me? What?
"Do you fart?"
Not having this discussion...
"Well, I ...
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....[Rambling self absorbed monologue]... "So I started using vitamin E oil on my feet at night and now instead of the skin being crusty and flaking like a snowstorm the skin just rolls up into balls..."
GAH! <<Retching>>
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"You need to tell me whatever they diagnose you with because I am sure I have it too..."
I snorted laughter, and this set her off. The reason I did was I was talking with a friend at dinner the night before my follow up appointment at the teaching hospital. In our discussion I had stated that if I was diagnosed with anything, by the end of the week, my hoarding mother would have the worst case of it that medicine has ever seen.
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You are welcome. Enjoy your day!
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.
Sending you healing thoughts and prayers. I'm glad you had a thorough work up.
ReplyDeleteThank you Valerie! I appreciate all the positivity I can get! ((Hugs))
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