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Slowly but surely coming to terms with the fact that I’m the child of hoarders, which has had a major effect on my OCD. Slowly but surely turning said hoarders into efficient people. The house, as it stands has two junk rooms (my and my brother’s old room), a very hoarder master bedroom which my parents somehow sleep in, and an dusty, moldy basement full of garbage. I get so impatient every time I come home.
For most of my childhood I was blamed for being sloppy and messy and scapegoated for a lot of problems with the house. When I left for college, I thought the clutter would improve because I wasn’t there, but it’s only gotten worse. My parents can talk a good game about organization but they can’t deliver. They blame each other but they’re really as bad as each other. There’s no system here. No wonder why they complain of asthma and allergies. This place is covered in dust.
Since I’ve been here I’ve been able to clear out some parts of the kitchen, living and dining rooms. I shouldn’t have to. I’m terrified of seeing what happens to this in their old age.