Seven hours at the
hoarder’s house today, and I was handed four things I had permission to throw
out: a very small piece of blank paper, an empty prescription bottle, the backing
piece of an old set of checks, and a cardboard box that used to hold checks.
Oh good grief! I am of the mind that there is no such thing as permission. The hoarder needs to provide adequate justification for keeping something, otherwise it is gone.
ReplyDelete(I chose the word "gone" because I was not sure if you would understand "binned" or "turfed out.")
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DeletePS. Kia kaha. Maori for "be strong." It is often used as an encouragement.
DeleteBinned I know. Turfed out I can get in context. And thank you.
DeleteMy aunts and uncles wound up giving up and waiting until their mother, their hoarder, was dead. Difference was, she was fully capable until she was suddenly completely incapacitated and in a nursing home.
ReplyDeleteI also just don't know how you are doing this.
DeleteI'm sorry. (I keep saying that don't I?)
ReplyDeleteAnd it helps! Thank you.
DeleteIs there still the option of throwing a match, and walking away? You and your sister deserve kindness, not this horror.
ReplyDeleteThis is not the time to stop drinking (in case you were thinking about it).
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