I watch Hoarders every week. My own mother is a hoarder as is one of my sisters. Mother lives in a large 4-bedroom home that is packed to the gun'hales with stuff. She can still access her kitchen, though the dining table is stacked high and unusable. She has very little available space on the counters but she is able to make her meals. She lives in her den, which actually isn't too bad, just cluttered. And her bedroom isn't completely awful, though she has piles and piles of stuff in there. The rest of the house is waist deep or higher with various papers, books, 30yo sewing patterns, cheap tourist knicknacks, pictures, bills, clothes, dishes and other unknown stuff. There are little rabbit trails in and out of those rooms.
MOther will not willingly part with ANYTHING. Everything has a story and NOTHING can be thrown out, given away, or recycled in any way. She NEEDS it all. Mother gets mad if I suggest helping her go through her stuff so now I just don't say anything. The situation is not quite a fire trap yet, but its bad enough that I can't take my son Christian over there. He's mentally handicapped and motor-challenged and all that piled up clutter is really a hazard to him. My mother would be mortified if I ever told her that, and perhaps at some point I will be forced to tell her. For now, I just don't take the kids down there more than once or twice a year. Sad. SHe loves her stuff more than her family.