So it's been much too long since I've captured the inaneness of from the mouth of a hoarder.
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She seldom asks me how I'm doing, and those readers that remember I have terminal brain cancer so things are up-and-down and I'm on maintenance chemotherapy.
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"Do you have any moles? No? Well I just think that you would have got some when what happened to you..."
"Someone pried the garage door and broke it just so it was destroyed. I took nearly an hour to fix it, but I swear I will break their hands..."
"There is somebody in my house at the same time that I am here. Just to let me know that they can..."
"I know that stuff has been messed with and removed just to spite me and then it is replaced with junk. My air-conditioner was replaced with the junk unit...
Hoarding, no one wins...
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.