Anonymous wrote:My father, abruptly, with zero warning, asked me to go through my room to indicate what I wanted to keep. He then stood in my childhood room staring at me, and my mother hopped into my bed and made herself comfortable to watch this new scene in her personal reality show staring one of her children.
I cried and tried to do what my father was asking, but COMPLETELY forgot about the bags of my things they had in the attic. So they got rid of them. Including my fancy Cabbage Patch Doll from Hong Kong, complete with passport stamped by real customs agents. Including my satin toe shoes. Including my first jewelry box. Things I'd REALLY have loved to keep.
No clue what happened to my old stuffed animals, my old book reports, my stickers, my books, etc. I assume my father threw out whatever he thought wouldn't sell at the one garage sale they ever had.
How old were you when this happened? We are trying to patiently wait for our 24 year old daughter to go through all her things and make room for us to consider downsizing, or reorganizing how we would like our house as empty nesters. I don't want to force it too soon, but I hate clutter. A couple of years ago my son went through his things and gladly took what he wanted, left some boxed up in our storage and lots went to garbage and goodwill. I saved shelves of games, puzzles, books and toys from both children too.
I moved out at 18. My parents moved houses at the same time and got rid of anything I didn't take with me. My dad killed my cat without even talking to me about it being a problem that I didn't take her. I was in an apartment and couldn't keep her, but would have found a home for her.
I just wonder if you moved out and still expected your parents to keep everything and your childhood room can't be used by them. ie. I made one bedroom into my office.