My hoarding mother has a problem for every solution, and is 99.9% of her own difficulties. I will just jump into the new installment of 'Hoarding, no one wins.'
Her phone company for her landline pissed her off, so after years of flailing them verbally on the phone and threatening to disconnect her phone, she finally did it. She used portability to pull her landline number to a mobile phone, and wanted them to 'add a number' to that phone, as well as keep her current cell phone. Of course, it did not go as expected, and after 3 days, 5 visits, 20-million something phone calls, she cancelled her new phone in a huff. And promptly lost the phone number(s?) she has had for nearly 30 years. She went to the competitor, and that has not worked either. So for a couple of weeks, she has only had her mobile number (that she refuses to give out) and an aging, dying flip phone that she refuses to turn on when it is charging, and of course, will not use when charging. She is looking at new phones, and found some crap flip phone as she REFUSES to get a smart phone so she limits her options. I have annoyed her because I have offered ZERO advice or consolation for her troubles.
She is also angry at the newspaper carrier because he is folding her newspaper too tightly and rubber banding it. She plans on cancelling that too, and she has taken the daily paper since the early 60s. So... Inconsistent phone, no newspaper, and she does not have access to the internet.
Her next gripe is with the cable company, and she may do something similar to the phone company snafu. I am going to wait for that one with a bag of movie popcorn.
So- she has vastly curtailed her phone access by her own rigidity and choices, and may do the same with the paper and TV. I am not sure how she will entertain herself and she may become more paranoid, more delusional, and more disconnected with reality, more so than she is now. Is this all part of it?
I have had some amazing opportunities at work that further the work of my agency, and are great for my career. Typical of her, she questions 'why' I am asked to do that. Then goes on to her usual laundry list of complaints.
I have appointments on Wednesday and Thursday at the hospital that I had surgery at the first week of August. I hope to be released to run and to start to train in all seriousness for my next series of races leading up to a marathon (and possibly ultra) effort. I will also meet with the new specialist and have some more diagnostic testing.
Work continues to be busy and stressful, and my elderly kitties are doing great and thriving. I have several friends going through really challenging times, and I am doing what I can, but sometimes I feel it is simply not enough.
I did look at the pictures of the 'hated neighbor's home' that he has listed for sale. The wind chimes and the 'thermometer' he allegedly has on his porch that she claims are hers (that were actually my dad's mothers, so technically are mine) that she claims he stole are NOT the ones she claims they are. Her descriptions of his house could not be more incorrect as well. Just more validation that most everything she tells me is 100% bull pucky. <Sigh>
I will continue to keep my mother on the very, very LOW contact interval of contact, and I refuse to be pulled into her utility provider drama.
Hope everyone is having a great September. Thank you for reading.
Hoarding, no one wins. No one.
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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