hoarders collect and ate not good at giving things away. That's why they have so much crap. I don't think she's a hoarder in the classical sense.Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Is she a hoarder? She sounds like her home would be made for one of those hoarding shows.
I would let it go. You do not sound ungrateful and decades old used cloth diapers are gross. Keep what matters and donate or toss the rest. It is her issue not yours.
This is what I thought of immediately.
Anonymous wrote:I think (and say this to myself when my mother did the same to me) that "things" were more valuable and valued in yesteryears. Today stuff is so inexpensive (and in many cases better quality) that we don't associate the same emotions with it as our parents did. We are all drowning in "things" and frankly, there are so many choices we can usually find exactly what we are looking for without much effort.
Which is a long way of saying, she's not insane. She's just of a different generation. We don't attach our emotions to "stuff" in the same way.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I think (and say this to myself when my mother did the same to me) that "things" were more valuable and valued in yesteryears. Today stuff is so inexpensive (and in many cases better quality) that we don't associate the same emotions with it as our parents did. We are all drowning in "things" and frankly, there are so many choices we can usually find exactly what we are looking for without much effort.
Which is a long way of saying, she's not insane. She's just of a different generation. We don't attach our emotions to "stuff" in the same way.
Really good insight, PP. I've noticed this too and realized I would collect things just because I thought I was supposed to, not because I wanted to.
Anonymous wrote:Same boat, this is what I do (and yes, I'm a weary, embittered and battle scar ridden from years of this ridiculousness)
They come to visit. I greet them with a smile and point to item sitting in garage, neatly in a box or packaged or whatever, and say "Hi MIL, DC is no longer using the 1974 high chair with lead paint you brought over 6 months ago. Would you like it back or should we donate it?"
I am standing in front of object, stoic against anything other than " yes I'd like it back" or "donate."
I wait approximately 2-3 sentences of either guilt, anguish, or disappointment and say "so donate it?"
Another 1-2 sentences from her guilt and now depressive facial expressions "ok, I'll go ahead and donate it" as I open my trunk and start to load up the car.
At this point she has either stopped me and I start carrying to her car without saying a word or she doesn't stop me and I load it in and shut the door.
Big smile, jolly voice "great, now let's come on in, I've got some cookies inside."
It is the only thing that has worked and the crying (not from me, okay maybe once or twice from me) is nearly eliminated. At least the follow up emails and voice mails are almost non existent now.
Anonymous wrote:I think (and say this to myself when my mother did the same to me) that "things" were more valuable and valued in yesteryears. Today stuff is so inexpensive (and in many cases better quality) that we don't associate the same emotions with it as our parents did. We are all drowning in "things" and frankly, there are so many choices we can usually find exactly what we are looking for without much effort.
Which is a long way of saying, she's not insane. She's just of a different generation. We don't attach our emotions to "stuff" in the same way.