I Don't Need Insight...
...I need help.
I have not spoken of this here before, because I like my privacy, but my partner died two months ago. I am still cleaning out the house from his incredible hoarding and packrat tendencies. I was able to maintain a reasonable level of order in the living areas, but the garage and basement - something like 2000 square feet - were piled as high as my head and packed wall-to-wall with boxes of crap. Old magazines, junk mail, grocery coupons clipped in 1997 and never redeemed - tons upon tons upon tons of it. It is costing thousands of dollars to have this stuff hauled away, just at a time when I needed my savings most.
What is really horrible about all this is that for the last two years, he was under hospice care, with a social worker in and out of here at least bi-weekly. I told her loud, long and often what was going on and about the repercussions it would have on me when the inevitable happened. I was told repeatedly that it was "his decision" to hoard, and that as long as he forbade anything to be done with the tons of stuff, nothing could be done.
Hoarding is a disease, folks. And we seriously, seriously need some system of intervention and treatment.
Please, no condolences. I'm so far past tears it isn't funny; the political correctness of the system has rendered me broke, exhausted, and stunned. P.S.: The debris problem is in addition to finding out that life insurance I'd been told was in force was long lapsed. You think you know somebody....