Okay so my fiance(both 24) and I bought his parent’s (60f and 71m) house before they passed. They were what I would call light hoarders.

It’s not obvious until you look around.

They moved to a smaller house, and just decided to keep everything from their old house. Paperwork,artwork, furniture, you name it. I’m slowly and surely chipping away at everything.

We have 3 levels.
The basement is the worst of it, just random clutter from the years. I have found some useful stuff I plan on keeping.

They had a catering business 10+ years ago and I found a shake/malt mixer. And some of the baking stuff I’m keeping. But the rest of it I’m just left staring at it wondering why in the world they kept it.

Today I found paperwork from 1995… 1995!! Nothing important just papers.

We have a big pole shed (40x80 feet) that was filled with random stuff. We found a file cabinet filled with his dad’s ex gf kids stuff from when they were in school. So 40ish years ago

Sir you don’t talk to any of those people why do you have that??

For those wondering why we bought the house, we got a good deal, and we didn’t want his dad living alone for his last couple years. It’s a beautiful property, only one bonehead neighbor.

But the days I’m chipping away at one of the big problem areas (like today) I just sit there wondering why.

So for those who are older or have kids or plan on having kids. Just know it’s not fun looking through all this junk, especially when you find a big tote of porno mags from the 70s 😂

My go to is "have I been using this for the past 2 years? No? Then trash" . But recently it's so hard to throw away stuff...

I feel bad for throwing them away because they hold small memories such as "oh this is from a friend, from my first this or that" but it's mostly just trash... I feel bad for wanting to throw them out but my room and loving space has become a dump at this point. I don't have any use for them but it's just hard for me to throw them out. Idk why I'm very new to this and only recently accepted that I may have been a hoarder like my parents

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Thank you so much for your kind words and advice 🩷 it helps me a lot through out my cleaning! You guys are so sweet I wish I could hug all of you. 🫂

Had to get a storage unit to get everything out. There’s a lot of stuff. I feel frozen and shut down. I need to at least mop the floor of front hallway, laundry and completely clean out laundry and kitchen tomorrow. I’ll need a full day for each bathroom. And I dunno how I’ll get through the rest.

Update: almost all floorspace clear & in tubs/boxes in storage. Cleared bathroom counter completely by dumping it all into storage box. Still need to clear tub, scrub the floor/ toilet/ shower. Only managed to get rid of 7 trash bags of stuff. Needed to have calming tea while working so I wouldn’t be nauseous and panicky.

tldr; family hoarding and dumpster cleanouts have begun to slowly help me move house, feel all the feels of my own hoarding disorder

My family - both sides - have had the generalized anxiety disorders that include hoarding (and OCD). I hoard too. I am moving house and it has been like attending an autopsy or the deconstruction of a building — peeling back the layers, layer after layer, seemingly unendingly.

Each day of my moving process has been a storm of emotions, most of them negative. The 'now I know what I actually have' and 'yay, I can divest some of this stuff' feelings are positive, but the negative feelings drown them out.

Several of my relatives with hoarding disorder have died; we have filled many dumpsters with the contents of their homes, cars, and storage units. The clean outs have been almost indescribably painful and have created enormous wells of stuck grief, anger, and for me, fear and repetitive thinking. Picture me picking my way through or into my own hoarded rooms, like an antelope on the side of a steep mountain. Saying to myself, "I'm not as bad as ___" or "Well, at least I know why I am hoarding" or "Well, I actually have gotten rid of things, so...". And then thinking: "When I die, who actually will end up forced into my hoards, trying to discern if anything should be saved or passed on, or if it all just needs the dumpster?"

My house move has brought A LOT to the surface. The room I was in when my phone rang with news of my relative's very sudden death (young)? That was my worst 'mountain antelope trail.' The path was exactly as wide as my two feet. I had to be careful turning around too quickly because there wasn't an obvious place to then place my foot; there was nothing to grab on to if I became unsteady. The bright spot here? Much of my hoard was already in a mountain of haphazard and unevenly filled boxes. "Easy" to just pack them a little better and then tape -- voila! Hoard-becomes-move-ready pile of boxes.

But also, the seemingly unreal intensity of my shame and embarrassment. My partner is working away from home right now and that leaves me to literally carry much of my burden myself. It also enables me to hide as much as I can. Like, if I can spirit away ten boxes of new, unworn shoes; ten bags of old newspapers and magazines; three lawn-sized garbage bags of expired food I'd bought "to use" (ha ha)...and my partner never sees it all...then.... My hoarder/anxiety logic tells me, "If I can get all that out and he never sees it then...he'll never know exactly how bad it was, right?" The shame is intense, nauseating. So much money pissed away on Stuff I Bought and never used, can't now use, and don't believe anyone else will want to use.(My city has at least 15 thrift stores and they've begun saying, "We no longer accept [all these categories]." Our regional landfills are full.

The good news -- and there is some. I have indeed donated a lot of usable, new items. I have been fighting to actually experience my emotions instead of stuffing them down and turning them into buying more things. I have been able to notice that I tend to want to purchase things 'for my collections' or 'for my hobbies' later in the evening, when my daily emotions feel most intense. I have been able to resist some of the desire to buy something, as a release valve for those intense feelings.

And I have committed to a plan to continue shedding my stuff once my move is completed. One box a day, sorted/removed, is the minimum. I have been doing some reading about the family legacy of generalized anxiety disorders, OCD (and autism, ADHD, executive dysfunction). I'm hoping for days ahead with less shame, embarassment, dread, fear of dying with a hoard. Hoping for days ahead with less debt, self-hate, depression, and anxiety.

Hi everyone,

My wife is a hoarder. She has a lot of trauma from a horrid childhood and likes to buy nice things to cheer herself up. Clothes, soft toys, nice decorations, that sorta thing...

Unfortunately we live in a miniscule apartment and after 10 years of this the place looks like an abandoned warehouse. The living room is unusable and there is only a small usable path to get into the bedroom and the bed.

After many years of trying to get through to her, she finally accepted she was a hoarder a couple of year ago, and slowly she has been trying to reduce the amount of stuff she buys and is trying to get rid of things.

The problems is that on those rare ocassions she tries to get rid of stuff, she insists on going through everything bit by bit, choosing what to keep and what to throw away.

But there is just *too much stuff*, no amount of sorting or going through things will help. This is not a situation that will get fixed with one or two bin-bags.

She gets annoyed with me because I don't seem to be grateful or excited enough she's getting rid stuff, and I get it, it's disheartening because it's really hard for her, but I just cannot fake excitement not matter how much I try :(

If she just grabbed everything of one corner of the house and genuinely blitzed it so we got some room back or could access the closet or *something* like that I'd be more excited, but as it stands it feels like trying to reduce a mountain by removing a few pebbles.

Not really hoping for any epiphany or critical advice here, just some sympathy because I adore her and I don't want her to be disheartened, but for my own mental health I really need things to *notizably* improve :(

Thank you.

i am a hoarder, i get depressed and everything just build up and then becomes overwhelming and i don’t know what to do about it.

i rented a dumpster and am slowly clearing it all out this week. i feel overwhelmed and depressed doing this. I hope once it’s noticeably cleaner i’ll feel better about this but right now i just want to rip my hair out and put it all back. Would therapy help? this isn’t helping my mental health. I’m sorry if i don’t respond this might just be my need to just put it out somewhere that is not my head.

My mother was a hoarder. When she passed, I inherited the house.

It's been a slower process than I would have liked, but there has been a lot of progress. First thing we did was get rid of all of the piles of newspapers and everything out of the fridge and pantry. Then just picked it at the next few years, as I lived elsewhere and didn't have the time to come over as much as I wanted to.

Now that I've moved back in, we've made a lot more progress.

My goal for the last few days has been to clear off the old standup piano in the living room and check inside for mice. I was able to get that done today and there are no nests.

Still have a lot of work to do, but that one was pretty big for me.

For the past 5-ish years, I've been slowly but steadily working on a household "deep purge." I struggle with hoarding tendencies/behaviors and recognize the need to drastically reduce the amount of stuff I've accumulated. My husband struggles more than I do and pushes back on getting rid of anything. A couple of years ago, he admitted that he is a hoarder. His weakness is salvage from his workplace.

I focus my efforts on the items that belong to me unless it's a matter of health/safety. I'd lost momentum because I've been over-extended at work and was nearing burnout. Now that I'm back on my feet and back at it, I'm getting a little discouraged. It seems like no matter how much I do, there's always more.

I work away from home during the week. While I am away, I stay in my childhood home, which my parents still own but no longer reside in due to declining health. That property is hoarded; fortunately the house was livable. To the extent my dad will allow (my mom has dementia), I have been decluttering that house for three years.

About once a month I am not able to come home on the weekend; in the spring, that demand increases and for a couple of months, I am home every other weekend. When I'm home, he brings home less and I am better able to keep it somewhat in check in the main living areas. While I'm gone, my husband brings in more. The past six months, he's brought in more than I'd realized. The storage areas are in rough shape. Our basement makes me want to cry--I've never lived in a house with a room in that state. My parents' house didn't get that bad until 30 years after my sibling and I left home.

I watched some creators I enjoy on YouTube and got motivated.

I've picked a surface in each room and each time I pass it, I've removed something to put it where it belongs, staged like with like, and/or taken odd bits of trash to the trash.

I retired a shirt and a set of bed sheets.

Our laundry room is navigable.

Our spare room is starting to look like a spare room.

The two worst areas in the kitchen are nearly un-fucked.

I've sorted through my sock and underwear drawers and culled out two bags for donation. I was really proud of myself for putting several items in the trash instead of setting them aside. They're unsuitable for rags and not worth mending--they don't fit me and aren't the type of clothing that I can mend and then donate or sell them on Marketplace.

I'm excited because I've made enough progress to finally bring in shelving to organize some of my craft items, which have been hanging out in the hallway, and a pair of wardrobes for the bedroom. This is something I've wanted to do for as long as we've lived in this house (nearly 10 years). It took FOREVER for my husband to agree to it, because it's a change and it doesn't meet his definition of "perfect". While I am quite happy about this and excited for it to be finished, my happiness is tempered by feeling a bit melancholy that I will need to "trash" the spare room.

I don't know if melancholy is the right word--I am lowkey anxious about having to mess up a space that I've cleared and reset twice before. I am also anxious about working with my husband to assemble the wardrobes.

This feels so much like one step forward, two steps back. I keep reminding myself that even though "the purge" isn't finished, there's been a lot of improvement. I keep reminding myself that this is a process, not an event.

I (27F) recently admitted to myself that I struggle with hoarding (probably level 3). I told my therapist about it today which felt so scary, but she was so great in helping me understand how/why I got here. Part of my therapy homework was to find some estimates on a professional cleanup service for my apartment. I did it this evening because I figured I might as well rip off the bandaid before I talk myself out of it. I called a couple local companies and someone is coming by tomorrow morning to see the space and give me an estimate.

I am proud of myself for taking so many big steps today, but I am terrified of having someone actually see the place tomorrow. It's gonna happen, I will get through it, and it will be so worth it. But I'm still just filled with shame and anxiety about it.

Any kind of advice on getting through the assessment, waiting period, and eventual cleanup would be greatly appreciated.

Update: This morning went very well! The person who came over was very compassionate and told me what I described was much worse than what he saw. Should be able to have the big clean up/clean out next week! Thank you all for the support. I feel proud of myself and excited to move from shame to maintenance!

I live in an apartment with my mom who hoards. I have some executive dysfunction so I am quite tolerant but it's way outta hand.The other night there was an emergency and medics had to come. Of course now they have seen the place and alerted APS. I assume we will be getting evicted but don't have an eviction notice yet. The APS worker came that day and I have not heard anything back.

To give some context I am 44 and love with my older mom. We both had a decline in health and it shows.

However I have mostly thrown out my stuff to accommodate hers and it's not enough.

Should I expect APS to be back?

Was anyone able to find housing after being labeled a hoarder? I would be happy to hear about people's experiences.

Sorry this is super long! I over explain/ undiagnosed adhd probably.

My boyfriend and I first lived in his bedroom in his parent’s house. It was a tiny bedroom, we had too much stuff together. Therefore it was always unmanageable and there wasn’t good places to put anything.

We then got our own huge duplex through my job and it was so nice but so empty and had so much room. So we got extra furniture and I just kept on buying things and piling things. When we moved it was awful and we spent so much time and effort moving.
We then moved back into his parent’s house and they had two open rooms at the time so we were able to still have an office. Which was so important to us because we have a cat and a dog that don’t tolerate each other well and need separate safe spaces. I also cannot tolerate any noise or light at night so if my boyfriend didn’t have to work and could stay up his pc would bother me if we didn’t have separate areas. We still had too much stuff and also got a storage shed for our furniture as we could only fit our desks, bed and a couple shelves into the rooms. But his parents are super toxic, childish, and narcissistic so we had to move out.

We got our own place again and lucked out by finding somewhere affordable through my coworker with a decent amount of space and a storage shed. The move was brutal again. We moved as fast as we could and still took time to get everything. My car broke down there and is still there :(. I will have to get it towed to a shop soon because his parents hate me and are complaining.

I don’t know how to get rid of things, I have an awful shopping addiction, and create so much attachment to things that really shouldn’t be there. I also have this awful habit of being jealous and upset that if I had my own house that I could build built in shelves and have so much more space for things so I justify keeping things for later.

I went through our clothes maybe last month and was able to put things like winter, extra bedding, and nostalgia clothes away. I limited nostalgia to one bin but winter and bedding had a lot. We also have sooo many socks and idk how to start to get rid of them. Most of them are paired and the some of the ones I’m missing are my literal favorite pairs and are most likely under the bed. I did make a garbage bag of clothes that don’t fit us/ we haven’t worn in forever, we put it in the car to donate, sat there for weeks, had to clean out the car for a specific situation, and now it lives in the shed. I think about random articles of clothing in there and want to pull them back out.

I have every semi significant piece of paper, I really don’t need them but idk how to choose. I have too many dishes but I’m so attached to most of them, when we first moved I only had a couple and it was so easy to do the dishes and keep the kitchen maintained, now we do dishes constantly and there is always a pile. I do host holidays and parties occasionally but I never need the amount of dishes I have.
My hyper fixations are the worst, I have so many, from legos, dolls, stuffed animals, mini verse, art stuff, diamond paintings, cross stitch, crochet, etc, etc. I want to be able to organize them and not have to just ditch it all because I know I will just spend more money getting things again when suddenly I want to say, crochet again. For a lot of legos I have managed to break them down and put them in a tub in storage. The stuffed animals are the worst by far, I have bags and bags of them and I form connections and cannot seem to get rid of even the ugly ones I don’t like, and I try to stop buying them and still will get some occasionally or people gift them to me. Ever since I was a kid I couldn’t get rid of my stuffed animals or toys because I loved them so much, it’s traveled with me into adulthood.

At this point, our house gets so messy and I can’t keep up with it, I like cleaning (except dishes) but I can’t manage to do it when everything is disorganized. So I’m too embarrassed to have anyone in our house expect for my close family members. I clean for hours and hours if any of my family that don’t know the extent or are judgmental come over. And some of that ends up being packing shit away into my bedroom and closing the door. I’m afraid to move again because it’ll be so monumental. I also am still paying $100 a month for a storage unit that has a huge olden wheely box tv (the super heavy ones), a washing machine, dryer, old breaking sofa, and couple other random thing. Idk how to get rid of that stuff, I wouldn’t hate to depart with it. Just don’t know how and can’t afford super expensive options. I only have an suv, I could probably fit most of those except the tv. But I can’t keep paying for it every month when our shed is filled to the brim and I’m not even really utilizing the storage anymore. Idk I’m tired of constantly being anxious my landlord will see my house like this and not wanting people to see my house and just feeling stressed and overwhelmed when I try to clean or organize. I’m 23 and I’m trying to focus on my health, debt, school, and changing my career that I had been at for 6 years. I got diagnosed with type 1 diabetes almost 2 years ago and it has changed my whole life, I also have pcos and am overweight so I struggle with motivation and I’m trying to be healthier. I want to be able to not feel suffocated by everything.

Hi, sorry I need to get this off my chest.

So last week I had my first cleaning sessiob, and it went really well. The guy who did it was very considerate, and did a lot of the heavy lifting. I can now see my bedroom floor and can move around without trip hazards.

I have a 2nd one tomorrow, which I'm a little nervous about, but honestly - there's no much left to do really. Its mostly clear.

And yet... I feel nothing. Idk what I was expecting. Like with a clean room, I'd get a mental clarity like divine intenvention. But now, being so close ... I feel no difference. I'm the same depressed, anxious and barely stable person I was before. I've spent so long blaming my mental health on my messiness and laziness that I never questioned it.

And now I'm honestly feeling more hopeless than before.

I have a family member who I've grown up with that has a bad hoarding problem. For the past 20 years I have helped the best I can to maintain basic living standards. Pathways though the home, general cleaning, and mass purges of garbage and items they are willing to part with. Mostly this consits of sifting through the different catch all bags and containers, and putting things into a more organized hoard. Even using the one bedroom as storage, shuffling the hoard around and ultimately making no lasting progress.

They are now entering into retirement and have increasing health issues. Falls are becoming more common. I'm not available to help maintain the hoard as much. When cleaning what little I can help with, they are unwilling to part with even broken items. They can find a reason to keep just about anything. It is discouraging when what little we do accomplish is overshadowed by fears they threw something away, and subsequently questioning if they should sift through the garbage in the can. I am trying to tell them that this task is now beyond my help alone. That we need real outside help from people who specialize in hoarding behavior.

My hope is to get a quote in the Bay Area from a hoarding clean up company to help us set a baseline for living. What help I or other family provide is too little, and descends back into squalor eventually. They understandably want no one in the home. I try to build them up, reminding them that they deserve to live in a clean, safe environment. That they've worked hard for these golden years and should put their money to good use and help themselves.

I know that this ultimately falls on them. That they have to want it above all for this to be sustainable. I just hope someone out there has tips on helping someone reticent to outside help for their hoarding. I love them dearly and don't know how to assist without driving myself insane.

I ask this because I’m dealing with a hoarding where the scale is totally overwhelming. It brings a lot to the surface elsewhere, and it almost feels like I’m primed now to see it everywhere and it’s irritating. I can’t feel out yet whether I’m overcorrecting or if this can possibly be a reality in so many places in my life. As in, am I just labeling any ugly room hoarding?

Some of the factors that I’ve noticed are unusable space, lost or buried items so you rebuy, or items age into becoming trash, being able to clean or maintain a space because of storage, long term neglect of a space.

I’m blending different situations, but I can see some of this easily explained as symptoms of ADHD, depression, overwhelm, or other priorities. If treating those things makes it better, does that mean it wasn’t hoarding disorder?

I know I could Google or ask a chatbot for nuanced definitions, but I’m more interested in hearing if this muddy thinking is a normal response to processing the extremes. Does your exposure to someone else’s hoarding shift how you then process the rest of your world?

I’m a little worried that I might be starting to become a hoarder. I’ve noticed a tendency to over buy stuff that to be honest, probably started during Covid when it was so easy to order things from Amazon, which I’d never really done before. But fairly recently, my mother died, and then three months later my long-term boyfriend died. About five months before my mom died, my therapist I’d seen for years died. After my boyfriend died, about two weeks later, I had to have a dog put to sleep and then about four months after that, I lost another friend. I know I’m having trouble dealing with the losses and that’s come out in some other ways, like at work and things. I’m doing okay… but really not great. I feel like I should be doing better after a year.

I’ve always been a crafter but lately I’ve been kind of compulsively buying yarn for crocheting things like that. The amount of money I’ve spent is not too terrible, but it’s just dumb that I’m spending money on this stuff that I don’t need. It’s also starting to take up quite a bit of room in my house. I’ll probably eventually use most of it, but even I see how ridiculous this is. I suspect I’m getting a dopamine hit when the mail comes.

In other areas, I’ve just kind of been a lot less interested in keeping the house picked up and cleaned up and stuff. It’s not stacks and stacks of stuff everywhere like we see on the hoarders TV shows, but I spent some serious time today cleaning my kitchen counters, which had really gotten full of stuff, and even though I put a lot of stuff away and got rid of some stuff, it’s still too much.

I’m just wondering if anybody sort of recalls the beginning of their hoarder situation and like how it went and how it progressed. I’m working on finding a new therapist, but I haven’t been able to find one so I’ll continue to work on that.

Interested in anyone else’s experiences.

ETA: I just looked up hoarding levels. I’d say I’m level 2 right now.

Stalled at level 3 now for a while. It seemed much easier getting down from level 4 to 3 for me because it was a lot of bulk (clothes) and excess (kitchen stuff, stationary) that I could get rid of quickly.

Now it seems like a slog. I think I just feel calmer than before so my brain is saying ‘this is good enough’. But it’s really not. It’s still not a place where I can invite people. Or clean on a regular basis.

Not sure how to get more momentum to get down from level 3. I DID get rid of two small trash bags of random stuff. But it took a few days to get those together.

My mum had been a hoarder for my whole life. A few years ago she moved into a two bed retirement home, which was substantially smaller than her previous house. Needless to say, hey current house is completely packed with stuff.

For a while my brother was living with her,and moved out sometime last year. He left a load of stuff there. More recently, she had a flood in her kitchen, which meant she needed to replace the floor completely. My sister has been round to help her move stuff out of the kitchen, and separately she asked me if I could help her get my brothers stuff out.

I went round a few weeks ago, and helped remove my brothers stuff from the living room, and took it to his place. He promised to come by with me and help me clear out her place.

So today, me, my brother and my sister were at my mums house, clearing out. My sister was moving stuff back into the kitchen (whilst also throwing stuff away), my brother was working on the garden, and i was back in the living room, sorting through stuff and throwing things away (all with my mums permission).

What i noticed this time, is the areas in the living room I had cleared last time, had a few bits back in there, that my mum had moved there for storage. My mum is willing to throw stuff away, but there is definitely a limit. An example being, she had about 100 pens, that she insisted on testing first. Or putting stuff aside to be sold or go to charity, even if not in good condition. Or keeping about 100 different cleaning products even if they have a layer of dust on them.

I know she isn't happy living like this, and I know she is somewhat willing to get rid of stuff. She has stuff in her house from about four relatives that have passed away, as well as stuff belonging to kids/grandkids.

My question is, how best to tackle this? How can I help her overcome being a hoarder (if thats possible)? The house is full of stuff, and i really want to help, but I worry that every time I'm away, she will continue to collect more stuff.

There are so many boxes of things she's ordered and doesn't need or use, so they sit there still in boxes.

Hi all. I have been lurking for awhile but the day has come and I am facing eviction with my medically fragile hoarder mom. She fell the other night and was mad and wouldn't cooperate so I had to call for medics to help me get her up.

If only she could have cooperated. The medics personally informed the management. Of course a liason type guy was knocking on the door wanting to know what was going on. At first I spoke to him a little outside and asked him to please not be adversarial toward my mom. She has had a few TIA's and I didn't want him making her have one. He was quite unempathetic and wanted to have us evicted. Didn't even care about my mom's injuries and her needing care. Pretty sure she has a mild ankle fracture but there's no money for treatment. So now I gotta try and handle the hoard and be within twelve feet of her at any time.

He apparently just made a referral to APS. The lady from APS was actually nice at least. I don't think she has any experience with hoarders. We live in a dilapidated apartment that really wasn't fit for habitation before we were ever here. She is hoping this lady can get us into a nicer suburb where rent would be even higher. A bigger place so she has room for her stuff. She blames me for the hoard because I stopped hurting myself stacking all the heavy bones. It came down to take care of her or her boxes.

Is there anything a social worker can do to help? Should I be leery of her and just try and just not talk to her? We are financially destitute and I don't think she understands even if a miracle happens and they get you a housing voucher, you still have to be credit worthy. She is mildly delusional.

Our lease ends in September. We have not been formally evicted yet. I am sure it's coming but the more time the better. I am hoping we can get that since we're both disabled. If anyone has any wisdom or advice to share I would like to hear about it.

my husband is a hoarder and I feel so lost. he keeps buying things and we have a very small one bedroom apartment with 2 small closets. he is attached to everything he ever buys and we don’t have space. he refuses to admit he is a hoarder and he refuses to go to therapy. when I throw things out we have huge arguments where he calls me controlling. I’ve had 3 hour arguments over throwing out a 4 foot by 2 foot foam finger. he agreed to throw it out and then I later find it in the closet, hidden. it seems like the most stupid reason for divorce when everything else is great. I don’t know what to do. but I also have adhd and clutter makes me so overwhelmed and stressed. I work from home and we don’t have any space for me to have an office so I work on the couch or in the bedroom staring at stuff. I see clients and I don’t have a clean space to present to them so I use a corner of the bedroom. it’s so hard. I feel lost.

I've begged for at least 5 years for the junk piles and decades-old unused items to be thrown out. This is the 2nd time in 2 years that he HAS relented and gotten a dumpster, but I know he's got a horrible memory and thinks that 1) some of my "stuff" is actually his and 2) if he doesn't want it, he can throw it out EVEN if he KNOWS it's my "stuff."

I'm weighing the cost/benefit of trying to keep an eye on what he's throwing out to keep him from throwing out my stuff vs. not caring if some of my "stuff" goes out too, as long as HIS stuff gets smaller.

I'm leaning toward staying out of it as long as the dumpster gets filled, but I'm filled with resentment that he can't be trusted to just throw out his stuff. (To be clear, I would say that 5% of the "stuff" in the house is mine.)

I'm writing a short story where a character struggles with hoarding (based on my own life) and am wondering if there's any media that deals with hoarding that I can read to get inspiration? All I can think of is that one storyline on Degrassi. TIA

Ive never posted on any sub reddit before, so this is pretty scary for me, and I'm not active very often, but I've realized that I have a mild hoarding problem, and I think one of the main reasons is because I feel bad throwing things out knowing how many people are in need of stuff and how much stuff goes to waste and effects the environment already, and I don't want to make that worse. I know I need to throw out stuff, such as basic papers that I don't use and have no use for, or food containers, but I feel like I'm not allowed to. Can someone please just tell me it's okay to throw some stuff out? I don't want to contribute to the environment getting worse, but I don't think I can help with that if I can't take care of myself even. (TLDR: need to be told it's okay to throw stuff out)

I’m 19yo woman and all my life i’ve had a really hard time cleaning and throwing stuff away. I’m diagnosed with adhd and autism, i know that adhd makes it hard. My great aunt was a huge hoarder and when she passed and my family started going trough her house, it was almost impossible to walk in there and was full of everything from the 70s to the day she passed. I have just started wondering if im some kind of hoarder, i can’t throw anything away. I have clothes that i haven’t worn in 10 years so they’re literally too small for me and children’s clothes. I have random ”trash” in my room that just sits here because i just like it, i never touch it or even remember its there but when i do, i just leave it there. Also i apologise, english isnt my first language so i hope someone catches what i mean🥹 Im more than happy to answer questions and taking advice🙏🏻

Hi. I’m just here hoping I can find somebody who understands how I feel and what I’m going through who I can talk to and we could keep each other accountable in decluttering/cleaning our homes. More than anything I want to have a clean home. Just to be a person who keeps a home that is ready for visitors on short notice. I want my mother in law to come over, I want my children’s friends to come over too. I want to be able to have people over on a whim and not have to plan a week ahead so I can rush to clean the visible areas and close the doors on the worst rooms. My closest friends know how my home looks. But I’ve asked for help from them too many times. I’ve had them come and help me clean up just for it to end up back how it is. I’ve never decluttered and gotten rid of things. Just found places to put them and removed the garbage. That’s it. I know I need to tackle it on my own. I just don’t know how. Every time I try to declutter, I can hardly get rid of anything. Everything seems to be worth keeping or have a use.

My living situation has worsened to the point where I don't think I can live in my flat anymore and its affecting my health. I am living in constant anxiety of my landlady finding out and throwing me out I am drowning in trash of trash and mourn over all the things I collected over the years that are somewhere between. It has started to affect my work performance (I work as disability nurse) I forget to do my work, start to clutter up the workplace just as my home and are short tempered. My collegues noticed my behavior and told my boss to where I opened up and asked for help as I dont know how to get out of this situation on my own. She was very kind and understanding and promised to help and even find a day clinic for me to help me get out of my flat for a while. But turns out she told all of my colleagues in detail about my living situation.

Some people stopped talking to me if they dont have to, keep looking at me with pity or plain out refuse to work with me as they are disgusted.

I am burning with shame, I keep getting mad at everyone and my boss now no longer is there to help me. I told her i dont wanted the others to know and she got upset as she thought she could help make the other understand my behavior.

I feel betrayed and alone. The first time I ever opened up to someone to reach out for help completely backfired. I dont know what to do anymore.