I’m a thirty-something child of a hoarder (COH).
In my family, my mother was the hoarder. My father, sister, brother and I lived though the mess and chaos, along with a few animals, ticks, and fleas. I don’t remember having a fish though… seems in that list I should have a fish. *shrug*
Slowly, I’m coming to terms with the fact that my mother had severe mental issues and the effects it has had on my life. I’ve been out of the hoard for a while now, but emotionally, I realize I’m still in it.
I hope by sharing my story, I can help other COHs realize it’s not their fault they grew up in the hoard. It took me many years to come to that understanding. (my mind says that, even though that little devil sits on my shoulder screaming – it’s YOUR fault) Also, I figure it may give me an outlet for all the stuff I’m feeling (or that others feel and are too scared to say). I kept silent for way too long.
I’ve lived through the craziness and have come out the other side,
a bit a LOT scarred, but I made it. I’m married and have one awesome child that I wouldn’t trade for the world. I also have a dog. Just one. 🙂 No other pets.
*disclaimer* Read at your own risk. I
probably don’t won’t proof my blog posts as well as I should. I also tend to offend. If you’re offended by my rambling – don’t read.