Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My mother died recently & my father, who was married to her for 50 yrs, is beyond grieving. So my sis & I are helping however we can. My father has said he is scared to be alone in such a big house now. He asked us to visit frequently. My sister lives with him four days out of the week but has made it clear she will not be available Fridays throughSunday. My hubs & I, along with our children drive 300 miles each wkend to make sure he will not be left alone. He appreciates it very much, but lately he & my sis have started complaining about me. My family's home is very dirty. My mother was not much of a cleaner& my father never had time. I found insects in old cereal boxes and a mice behind the frig last wkend. Hubs &I have started cleaning the house. We also replaced dirty dish rags with a stack of new towels, replaced months old dish sponges with new ones. When their dishwasher broke, we replaced that too. Tonight my sister told me that she & my father are upset that I've thrown their stuff out without permission. I told her that the only things I replaced wasdish towels, sponges, and pot holders. Petty stuff but necessary since they werefilthy. The dw was our gift. She made such a big stink of it though, that I was offended. Here I am, compromising my entire family's weekends to help, & I'm being scolded for replacing dish towels & sponges & pot holders? She said it was rude to throw ANYTHING out. I said the key point shes missing is that I replaced them with something better. She insisted it was rude. Who is wrong here??? They use sponges on dishes where raw meat was, but expect me to use it next on my baby's bottle? No thanks. So I bought many more sponges.
They are tripping. Extreme hoarding is often triggered by grief so watch out. Your family can't sacrifice valuable. Weekend time to be surrounded by a hoard.
Are you kidding? I can't imagine a better use of my time than to comfort a grieving loved one. I can't believe how selfish some people are.
OP, the reaction to dihsrags and sponges is maybe exacerbated by grief, but were the potholders a memento of your Mum? Maybe a wedding gift? Something your father and your mother bought together?
In any case, I'd have to agree with the poster who said it's not your house and so you don't get to throw stuff out without asking your dad first. I am certain you mean well, you just need to fine-tune the execution part. Discuss things with him and respect his comfort zone. Your father is grieving and needs a little time to be rational again.
Btw, you and your sister are doing a great thing in taking care of him, he must be a great dad since you're willing to do this for him. Keep it up! Kudos!
Sometimes comforting is disguised as enabling. She needs to help her father take care of himself. It's sad that mom's old potholders may have become biohazards but throwing them out may be the better alternative to her father contracting a staph infection and ending up in the hospital for six weeks.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My mother died recently & my father, who was married to her for 50 yrs, is beyond grieving. So my sis & I are helping however we can. My father has said he is scared to be alone in such a big house now. He asked us to visit frequently. My sister lives with him four days out of the week but has made it clear she will not be available Fridays throughSunday. My hubs & I, along with our children drive 300 miles each wkend to make sure he will not be left alone. He appreciates it very much, but lately he & my sis have started complaining about me. My family's home is very dirty. My mother was not much of a cleaner& my father never had time. I found insects in old cereal boxes and a mice behind the frig last wkend. Hubs &I have started cleaning the house. We also replaced dirty dish rags with a stack of new towels, replaced months old dish sponges with new ones. When their dishwasher broke, we replaced that too. Tonight my sister told me that she & my father are upset that I've thrown their stuff out without permission. I told her that the only things I replaced wasdish towels, sponges, and pot holders. Petty stuff but necessary since they werefilthy. The dw was our gift. She made such a big stink of it though, that I was offended. Here I am, compromising my entire family's weekends to help, & I'm being scolded for replacing dish towels & sponges & pot holders? She said it was rude to throw ANYTHING out. I said the key point shes missing is that I replaced them with something better. She insisted it was rude. Who is wrong here??? They use sponges on dishes where raw meat was, but expect me to use it next on my baby's bottle? No thanks. So I bought many more sponges.
They are tripping. Extreme hoarding is often triggered by grief so watch out. Your family can't sacrifice valuable. Weekend time to be surrounded by a hoard.
Are you kidding? I can't imagine a better use of my time than to comfort a grieving loved one. I can't believe how selfish some people are.
OP, the reaction to dihsrags and sponges is maybe exacerbated by grief, but were the potholders a memento of your Mum? Maybe a wedding gift? Something your father and your mother bought together?
In any case, I'd have to agree with the poster who said it's not your house and so you don't get to throw stuff out without asking your dad first. I am certain you mean well, you just need to fine-tune the execution part. Discuss things with him and respect his comfort zone. Your father is grieving and needs a little time to be rational again.
Btw, you and your sister are doing a great thing in taking care of him, he must be a great dad since you're willing to do this for him. Keep it up! Kudos!
Anonymous wrote:Your father is using his anxiety and grief to control all of you. How long do you intend to drive 300 miles every week because he can't stand to be alone? The rest of your life? How long do you intend to live in a mausoleum/hoard/dump because the notion of throwing away a sponge is upsetting?
Can you see that this is crazy? Time for a family meeting in which you draw boundaries. It's not cruel to say that Dad needs to start learning to live his life as an adult. If he is so prostrate with grief he can't be alone, he either (1) moves (2) checks into a hospital (3) sees a therapist.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Your father is using his anxiety and grief to control all of you. How long do you intend to drive 300 miles every week because he can't stand to be alone? The rest of your life? How long do you intend to live in a mausoleum/hoard/dump because the notion of throwing away a sponge is upsetting?
Can you see that this is crazy? Time for a family meeting in which you draw boundaries. It's not cruel to say that Dad needs to start learning to live his life as an adult. If he is so prostrate with grief he can't be alone, he either (1) moves (2) checks into a hospital (3) sees a therapist.
You are just mean.
I may be mean but I don't devote my weekends to a Museum of Old Sponges.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My mother died recently & my father, who was married to her for 50 yrs, is beyond grieving. So my sis & I are helping however we can. My father has said he is scared to be alone in such a big house now. He asked us to visit frequently. My sister lives with him four days out of the week but has made it clear she will not be available Fridays throughSunday. My hubs & I, along with our children drive 300 miles each wkend to make sure he will not be left alone. He appreciates it very much, but lately he & my sis have started complaining about me. My family's home is very dirty. My mother was not much of a cleaner& my father never had time. I found insects in old cereal boxes and a mice behind the frig last wkend. Hubs &I have started cleaning the house. We also replaced dirty dish rags with a stack of new towels, replaced months old dish sponges with new ones. When their dishwasher broke, we replaced that too. Tonight my sister told me that she & my father are upset that I've thrown their stuff out without permission. I told her that the only things I replaced wasdish towels, sponges, and pot holders. Petty stuff but necessary since they werefilthy. The dw was our gift. She made such a big stink of it though, that I was offended. Here I am, compromising my entire family's weekends to help, & I'm being scolded for replacing dish towels & sponges & pot holders? She said it was rude to throw ANYTHING out. I said the key point shes missing is that I replaced them with something better. She insisted it was rude. Who is wrong here??? They use sponges on dishes where raw meat was, but expect me to use it next on my baby's bottle? No thanks. So I bought many more sponges.
They are tripping. Extreme hoarding is often triggered by grief so watch out. Your family can't sacrifice valuable. Weekend time to be surrounded by a hoard.
Anonymous wrote:Your father is using his anxiety and grief to control all of you. How long do you intend to drive 300 miles every week because he can't stand to be alone? The rest of your life? How long do you intend to live in a mausoleum/hoard/dump because the notion of throwing away a sponge is upsetting?
Can you see that this is crazy? Time for a family meeting in which you draw boundaries. It's not cruel to say that Dad needs to start learning to live his life as an adult. If he is so prostrate with grief he can't be alone, he either (1) moves (2) checks into a hospital (3) sees a therapist.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Your father is using his anxiety and grief to control all of you. How long do you intend to drive 300 miles every week because he can't stand to be alone? The rest of your life? How long do you intend to live in a mausoleum/hoard/dump because the notion of throwing away a sponge is upsetting?
Can you see that this is crazy? Time for a family meeting in which you draw boundaries. It's not cruel to say that Dad needs to start learning to live his life as an adult. If he is so prostrate with grief he can't be alone, he either (1) moves (2) checks into a hospital (3) sees a therapist.
You are just mean.
Anonymous wrote:Your father is using his anxiety and grief to control all of you. How long do you intend to drive 300 miles every week because he can't stand to be alone? The rest of your life? How long do you intend to live in a mausoleum/hoard/dump because the notion of throwing away a sponge is upsetting?
Can you see that this is crazy? Time for a family meeting in which you draw boundaries. It's not cruel to say that Dad needs to start learning to live his life as an adult. If he is so prostrate with grief he can't be alone, he either (1) moves (2) checks into a hospital (3) sees a therapist.