tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29323881.post6426631377784303796..comments2023-11-25T12:15:50.165-05:00Comments on Hoarder's Son: Awkward Party QuestionsHoarder's Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04306396819696123506noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29323881.post-27083183391805917072012-09-24T16:04:49.872-04:002012-09-24T16:04:49.872-04:00OMG! My hoarding mom is a nursing assistant. You...OMG! My hoarding mom is a nursing assistant. You'd think that people that are in charge of the care of others wouldn't be so crappy at taking care of their own selves and their children.<br /><br />Anywho... I'm curious to know how other COH handle the cases of anger and rage they feel towards their HP for ROBBING them of a happy childhood. I just can't seem to move past it. It would help if she would actually apologize for what she did to me, but her apologies always come with BUTS....blaming others, victim mentality, defensiveness and general unaccountability for her behaviors. I've given up all contact earlier this year just to save my sanity, but the anger persists, especially as the thought of holidays approach. Sigh.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29323881.post-38582556505805328482012-09-09T14:17:48.203-04:002012-09-09T14:17:48.203-04:00Thanks for adding me to your blogroll, Joe.
I ju...Thanks for adding me to your blogroll, Joe. <br /><br />I just discovered your blog and I'm starting to get though just a small piece of all of the information. What a terrific reference site you have! <br /><br />I'm not at the point where I can tell anyone (besides the Meat Eater) that my parent was a HP. No one knows, just Best Friend and Meat Eater and Therapist and that is it. I admire the fact that you are brave and can! <br /><br />-dirtdoeshurtAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29323881.post-6349938822769738712012-08-17T10:47:08.142-04:002012-08-17T10:47:08.142-04:00Yes, I do believe very many hoarders are in the &q...Yes, I do believe very many hoarders are in the "helping" professions. My mother is a social worker (soak in the irony- it'll make you giggle for hours). I think they are so focused on being "selfless" and helping others that their priorities are short circuited and they forget to take care of themselves and their own families. <br /><br />I think it would be awesome to participate in a face to face COH meet up! Hopefully one will be organized close to me soon.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08097694304434516881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29323881.post-4139940154542292802012-08-13T11:25:52.360-04:002012-08-13T11:25:52.360-04:00Hey, Whitney! Great to hear from you! Yeah, the fl...Hey, Whitney! Great to hear from you! Yeah, the fleas love me, too. I don't react well to flea bites at all. I re-lived the magic when I emptied out mom's house a couple of years ago. That led to another COH moment. I visited a doctor for a routine checkup around the time I was emptying the house, and he noticed a bunch of angry-looking flea bites around my ankles. "What's the story with these?", he asked. I love questions like that, don't you? Grr...<br /><br />Thanks for the hugs! Right back at 'ya!Hoarder's Sonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04306396819696123506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29323881.post-7349952849215911822012-08-13T11:06:53.929-04:002012-08-13T11:06:53.929-04:00Hey Joe,
{{{ hugs }}}
Not only did I have fleas,...Hey Joe,<br /><br />{{{ hugs }}}<br /><br />Not only did I have fleas, but I had scabies as well. Luckily never any lice. To this day, if I walk in someone's home (even a normal home) and they have even one itty bitty flea; it will find me. I tell them they have fleas, they don't believe me and then I show them the evidence of its little crushed flea body between my fingernails. <br /><br />Yep, I'm a flea magnet. Thanks Dad, thanks Mom for this remarkable talent.<br /><br />{{{ hugs }}} <--- you didn't think you were going to get only ONE did ya?<br /><br /><3 WhitneyWhithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04151981620985327868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29323881.post-22610348146479669302012-08-13T10:44:55.147-04:002012-08-13T10:44:55.147-04:00University housekeeper! How perfect! Dare I ask if...University housekeeper! How perfect! Dare I ask if she brought home any "finds" from the university?Hoarder's Sonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04306396819696123506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29323881.post-56615430254546428912012-08-13T09:52:48.451-04:002012-08-13T09:52:48.451-04:00Oh my goodness, what an experience! I was fortuna...Oh my goodness, what an experience! I was fortunately that my Mom's hoarder was not severe while I was small. It truly ramped up after I left home around age 20.<br /><br />Defining my Mom's profession is definitely ironic. She was a housekeeper for a university. And a rather well-respected on, at that! But as far as housekeeping at home, well, we all know how that turned out.Raehttp://notjustclutter.comnoreply@blogger.com