Yipes, Laura. The Hoarders show went out of its way to humanize the subjects, even as the process of clean out stressed them -- very few of the people were unsaveable.
(Interestingly, it turns out that the sense of 'disgust' can be destroyed/modulated by brain damage -- for instance, Parkinson's can make you totally lose that visceral feeling entirely. That's not all hoarders' problem, of course, but it does give you a feel for how complex the problem is.)
Yes, hours in the day issues are real with house cleaning. It was A LOT harder with kids around.
I probably should watch some of the Hoarders shows just to prep myself some. If she would let anyone help I think it would be her sisters. My other sister would help too, but I don't think I can get her up there in the winter. I totally get being overwhelmed.
Every time we have this conversation I go looking for things to get rid of.
yes I was just thinking I need to go through a basket or two ( my clothes are in baskets )
Would it be uncouth of me to donate Hubby's old pants to the food & care coalition if they're a bit ragged on the hems? Or have small, ancient stains? These are good sturdy shirts and pants, and the thrift store would just throw them out.
edit: I wish I'd thought of the shelter when I got rid of his coats.
I successfully recycled electronics this morning! I need to box up my old TiVo so I can take it in next time it's reasonably convenient.
What I've been trying to do is focus on small areas and declutter during commercial breaks for TV and period breaks during hockey, and trying to be ruthless. Ongoing, but low effort.
I do need to dig deeper into closets and under my bed.
The AIDS shelter took most of Steve's clothes. (they also took his drugs for appropriate use, which I can say since it was almost 30 years ago) His fancy duds like tuxedos and suits went to a local theater and they were thrilled. He had 3 tuxedos, weirdo.
Most of my stuff that needs sorting and selling/tossing/donating is in storage. Out of sight. Bad plan really, but there it is.
The AIDS shelter took most of Steve's clothes. (they also took his drugs for appropriate use, which I can say since it was almost 30 years ago) His fancy duds like tuxedos and suits went to a local theater and they were thrilled. He had 3 tuxedos, weirdo.
Most of my stuff that needs sorting and selling/tossing/donating is in storage. Out of sight. Bad plan really, but there it is.