To again break the silence of another thread, my mom started hoarding her old belongings, including her late boyfriend's stuff (which shouldn't have gone to her because there was no evidence saying so) since 2007 when she bought her current house. The hoarding was mostly in her garage AND in a shed that came with the property, but then there was even some crap lying around in the house AND the yard as well.
I wanted to help get rid of it. But she had problems with her back, her knee, her neck, etc. She neglected to get them treated because she's lazy. There was no one at her home but herself when I was with my dad. Her boyfriend died in 2009, and she never met anyone else to support her, befriend her, etc. to the point her house could look AT LEAST decent. I could've called for help, but it'd be too much money because her job is shit and refuses to get a higher-paying job, so we were poor. And I didn't have a job because of my mental problems.
This could've been more recognizable if her house was closer to other neighbors, but nope. It was secluded from town and others, most of our things rot. Part of it is my fault since I didn't step in to help sooner, but most of the time I lived with her was me being in school as well. I didn't choose the hoarding life. Tho I had a habit of having messy bedrooms in the past, I didn't choose to live with my mom's hoarding. I can say this hoarding came from her boyfriend's passing, her laziness, her isolation/friendlessness, and so many other reasons I just can't name. Jeez. x_x