When you spend the first 18 years of life in and among random belongings like this, your relationship with stuff is going to be somewhat “divergent” from the norm… I have come to accept this for what it is, and actually am grateful for my utter “differentness.” At the time, however, I was the one … More A “Divergent” Speaks Out on Love and Reverence for Possessions
My wife and I have a lot of conversations about my clothes. I have to agree that I have far too many. If she really loved me she would make a quilt out of my t-shirts. That would really put a dent into the problem of my overflowing dresser and closet! Being a child of a … More Child of hoarder evolving at a glacial pace toward minimalism
My tour de force for the upcoming week, a feat requiring great virtuosity and skill, will be the tossing of these shoes into the garbage. For this child of a hoarder, such matters are handled with gravity. In the end I’ll have an exhilarating victory. Perhaps they still have a little life left in them, … More You can take the boy out of the hoarder, but not the hoarder out of the boy
We did not intend to hoard the feces, but once a home gets beyond a certain point in terms of filth, you cease to be repulsed. It was simply our reality. Our situation had become so bad that Mom and I cleaned the house in a near panic the day the assessor came to inspect … More Child of Hoarder “Wolf Boy” Finds Path to Full Humanity
Here I am in the one room shack atop my garage doing what I love best. The wood stove is supplying a surplus of warmth, my turntable spins an old record, and seven inches of new snow glistens on the other side of my window. The temperature outside is about ten degrees, and an invigorating … More Winter, simple pleasures, and the good residue from past hoarding
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