Anyone else have hoarder parents? I'm set to inherit an awful lot of junk, a lifetime of worthless crap. The strange thing is my mother knows it is junk and says it's fine if I throw it all away after she dies, but she absolutely will not let it go before then. So we both live our lives surrounded by shit that we don't need or use.
Anyone else have hoarder parents? I'm set to inherit an awful lot of junk, a lifetime of worthless crap...
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When she dies, hire a company to do an estate sale for you. All them junk will be gone in a few weeks, leaving you behind a small bit of cash instead.
My dad still lives with his mother and she is a level 97 hoarder. The entire house is stacked wall to wall, floor to ceiling with boxes is garbage and records. You need to climb over boxes to get anywhere and as a result everything from the plumbing to the lights are broken and there hasn't been hot water in years. I don't know how people live like that.
Sigh, my mum lives like this. No heating, no water (we had to turn it off after it started leaking), guttering fell down, birds nesting in the roof, etc. Nothing can be fixed because there is too much shit in the way. She goes out every single day to McDonalds for a 1.99 big mac and free coffee using coupons from the free newspaper. Oh yeah, she has a stack of old newspapers almost to the ceiling to line the cats litter tray. The cat died 15 years ago..
Yeah, my dad is ocd and a hoarder. I've never had my own space in the house. Every bedroom I had was at least half full of other people's shit. At least there's a few cool bass guitars and other instruments in the midst of all the useless tat.
My grandparents are, they also own several properties so it's all gonna come tumbling down hardcore soon
My mom is schizo and dad is a highly functioning freak and kinda a hoarder. Loves collecting music shit that is in fact hard to come by and valuable. He lives in a sha k overflowing with shit out onto the feild of the family farm.
Ive always lived in fucking squalor like this and this is the best its ever been. I occasionally blow up and we have a fight about it. He will claim hes got no money to build a new shed to house all the shit but will devite every little extra bit of cash he gets ahold of on "special limited time deals on this amp!"
I openly tell him to find a different person than me to enherit his shit because I have no interest in warping sound with amps and tuners and other bullshit. Fucking piece of shit asshole
Forgot pic, the shack after my dad moved in. Excuses to high heaven why it still looks like this 2 years later, almost the same. I fucking hate him and it only grows when I see this shit. Embarassing.
Not hoarder parents but hoarder grandparents. Grandfather got alzheimer's a few years ago and was moved into a home, and my Nana wanted to move so we all pitched in helping clear it all out. Took us almost 2 years going once every 2 weeks to clear it out.
>at least 5 wheelie bins
let me guess they are all filled with treasures as well
So much potentiaI wasted
Just sell it. Hell some of it may even be worth a little. Then other stuff just donate to charity or throw. Its not hard.
my dad does, but it's all mostly new shit like tools and electronics and parts and stuff
I admit hes poor and doesbt have much to work with but its his attitude, not wanting to clean and will legit get physical if I try to remove whats obviously trash or something we will never use again. Got into a fistfight over it, dragged me out of the shack by my legs.
The barrels jave clothes to keep out of the rain. Of course condensation slipped in through the cracks a year ago and all the clothes are sopping rotten now. Rats chew on everything and the rain and snow destroyed the rest.
And all dad can do is smoke weed, watch youtube videos of successful assholes strumming guitars and occasionally "put in some work" by plucking fucking bad weeds from the feild. Typing this now makes me so goddamn angry at his failure to seebhis real issues and address them. Hes unwilling to admit he doesnt have good priorities and is just in general a lazy fuck up. This is the shit and my horrid life that is driving me to join the army and cut off contact.
How he lives inside. I guess I stay here a lot too so this is where WE live.
These pics are kinda old, its more stuffy in here now if thats believable
That's not too bad really, at least it's organized. Here's my mums house
Other side of the "living room". Theres a board on top of the shelves above this section that he put a mattress on to sleep. It wouldnt be horrible except i
His life is full of shit and its only increasing, as apposed to his house size
Yeh I guess its not as bad as it could be. He functions highly enough that he has a right to live like this, as apposed to being able to get him help.
What if you prank them and throw all that shit away. If u do. Film that shit. I wanna see a hoarder go thru a legit panic attack. Bonus points if they stop drop and roll
>Shall we throw these away?
>No, I might need them for something.
>They are dusty, I don't want clouds of dust everywhere.
>I'm really tired, I have a hard life!
>I don't want you getting dirty touching them honey, I'll do it tomorrow.
My grandfather was a hoarder. We just got my grandmother to sell his house, junk and all. Not our problem anymore
That sucks, user. This could be such a cool shack if he cleaned it up. But you already know that. Looks like a cool piece of land.
I try to clean when my dad isnt around, but yeah when he was it staryed saying it was late and he had to go to bed, then proceeded to fight me. Went for my face and everything, damn near gave me a black eye. I kept hittin his hip over and over, I hope he still feels it the asshole
My mom is a low tier hoarder
She goes shopping and get all types of nicknacks only to stow it away in the closet. I let her use my car a bit and once I got it back it was filled with clothes, half eaten food, shoes, papers, and shit
Does she become rediculously belligerent if you very much insist she throw something away? If so then yeah, otherwise she may just be a messy slob
She's not as bad as the ones I see here or on TV, but my mom hates throwing anything away. Drawers are filled with plastic cutlery from fast food restaurants, cabinets have so many plastic cups and bowls and food storage containers that have never been used. Fridge is full of years-old snacks and junk food that is rotten or bad but she insists she'll eat them. Instead of throwing shit away, she throws it out into "the room". It's full of empty boxes, broken furniture, christmas decorations, trash, you know the kind of junk. Calls it "my treasures". Fuck I hate the sound of an old lady saying "treasure". Too ray jjur. mah too ray jjurrrr.
We managed to throw 99% of the contents away (none of it was worth anything, literally all broken waste products) and it felt so nice to have another room to actually use. But she has been slowly rebuilding. Every day there's more junk out there. A broken cat tree (we might use it again!), more boxes (we might need them!), trash bags full of torn and dirty sheets and blankets (we'll need them in the winter!), random scraps of cardboard (we'll use them!), anything.
Hidden throughout the house are plastic bags filled with candy and cookies that she is "saving for later" and has been "saving for later" for years. Found a bag under her bed with hershey bars from 7 years ago. If I try to dispose of old food that's not good anymore, sometimes she insists "we can give it away". Same with some of her old clothes, she's totally going to donate it, really.
I hope I don't inherit this personality trait. I almost enjoy getting rid of things. If I find something I haven't used in a year, I like to throw it away or otherwise get rid of it. It feels almost purifying. But I have to do it in secret, because if she sees me carrying anything out, she will scream and sob and insist that we have to keep it.
I like seeing pictures like this because they're one of the few things that makes me think "well, gee, I and my life aren't so bad after all"
Not only my parents are hoarders, I'm a hoarder as well (albeit at a way smaller scale).
Our house is packed with boxes full of shit that survived moving a few times.
From time to time some of us starts searching for some shit dating back years (decades) ago, eventually does an inventory of a couple boxes, gets rid of a few paper sheets or bottle caps, and that's that.
We can't afford a cat because a single pee would make our house unhabitable.
Same here. After endless fights I have anyway my own corner with my shit only.
Just help him properly store and catalogue everything he has - it will be a great help once you will start selling everything. Cousin was throwing away her childish coins collection. It had no value. Coins were ordered by date. Found out a single coin worth 200 bucks, made $131 off ebay, and her collection is still here in some box, waiting for the doomsday.
Yes, parents are hoarding useless shit. At least your dad has got something good to sell.
Alzheimer's is a serious thing. Their short-term memory doesn't work. Had a hoarder aunt who always accused her sons of stealing shit. Once she died, her sons found a box with everything she claimed it was stolen. It was under her second bed. She just forgot about it everytime she placed something there.
I think I hoard receipts. Any time I buy literally anything, I put the receipt into a ledger/book thing, and fill out a little box. It has pockets/pages for each month and every year I get a new book. If the receipt is from a store I visit often, the receipts are combined into an envelope for that month. I color code each entry, each color describes a different purchase, whether it was a utility bill, or a gift, or food, or something for personal use, and some more. At the end of each month I add up all the numbers, see which categories I spent the most in, and I also add up my income, to see how much better or worse I'm doing at the end of the month.
At first I thought it was a good idea, a way of managing money, and I still think that, but I have 5 years worth of these books and realistically I know I'll never ever ever ever need to look at the old ones or get out one of the old receipts. After one year it's probably okay to throw them out. But it feels satisfying, I guess. Can I justify it by pointing out that these books, years worth of hoarding receipts, only take up a small area of one shelf on a bookshelf?
I guess I hoard paper records in general. I have a small file box which has all my tax papers, which is fine, but also papers from when I signed up for credit cards, old dental bills, just about anything that should be kept for a little while but not forever. I also keep manuals and warranties for shit in it, alphabetized, and it's so stupid, I will NEVER need the instructions for putting together my desk again, but it's in there. But again I justify it by saying "it's just one little box"...
I scan all my receipts and my post. Literally room fulls of paperwork stored on my computer, and easy to search since it is all OCR'd. Physical hoarding is for plebs.
yea my dad is a hoarder. he's not one of those people that hoards literal garbage, but he has a hard time throwing anything out, he holds onto everything. he makes decent money and he just spends it all on worthless collectible crap that just collects dust. he never takes care of anything. it's just such a sick and disgusting mindset, im pretty sure he's the reason why i'm kind of a minimalist.
Yes, it pains me to think of all the door I'm going to have to get rid of and so the effort I'll have to put into it.
Having a hoarder as a mother prevents me from functioning.
I can't repair parts of the house for sale if I can't get to them.
For some reason I just don't like keeping records on my computer. I can acknowledge that digital record keeping is probably superior but it gives me no satisfaction.
I too am a minimalist. I have a trashbags worth of clothes, about 2 boxes of my old things like pokemon cards and photos, and my computer stuff. It costs me nothing to live with the family on the farm but it adds to the general pathetic lifestyle that holds me in NEETdom. I'm joining the army and getting out.