Handbag Lady
Disneyland Bride 2000
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Hi,
I think I hi-jacked the mothers thread and I didn't mean to do that at all.
I was discussing how I can't talk to my mom very often because she's a hoarder and it is really, really hard to build a relationship with my mom as she is very self-destructive.
Is your mom a hoarder? Did you every get them to find a cure? Lord knows I've led my mom to water, but she refuses to drink.
My mom would totally show up those hoarders on Oprah. They look nearly clean in comparison. Her "things" seem to be paper-related as well as dead flowers.
Any funny stories? When I am allowed in my mom's house (which is rarely now and I haven't been inside for about a year now) I always take what I can and hide it in my purse and then throw it away. This isn't like I'm taking her insurance papers, we're taking piles and piles of junk mail with expired pizza coupons and dog-sitting services (she has no pets). Or newspaper articles that she is saving to one day make a collage out of, or the clippings of cartoons of men golfing so that she can make a scrap-book for her boss who retired 9 years ago.
I even found a specialist in her area and she refuses to even call the doctor.
I think I hi-jacked the mothers thread and I didn't mean to do that at all.
I was discussing how I can't talk to my mom very often because she's a hoarder and it is really, really hard to build a relationship with my mom as she is very self-destructive.
Is your mom a hoarder? Did you every get them to find a cure? Lord knows I've led my mom to water, but she refuses to drink.
My mom would totally show up those hoarders on Oprah. They look nearly clean in comparison. Her "things" seem to be paper-related as well as dead flowers.
Any funny stories? When I am allowed in my mom's house (which is rarely now and I haven't been inside for about a year now) I always take what I can and hide it in my purse and then throw it away. This isn't like I'm taking her insurance papers, we're taking piles and piles of junk mail with expired pizza coupons and dog-sitting services (she has no pets). Or newspaper articles that she is saving to one day make a collage out of, or the clippings of cartoons of men golfing so that she can make a scrap-book for her boss who retired 9 years ago.
I even found a specialist in her area and she refuses to even call the doctor.