I won’t lie, the urge to fix from the outside is constant. The helplessness is overwhelming, the grief indescribable.
Tag: mother
Dear Daddy, Why Didn't You Protect Me?
Instead of worrying about being attacked by some random person on the street, I lived with my attacker 365 days a year.
Deeper Cleaning: How I Came to Accept My Mother’s Hoarding Disorder
About 50% of all hoarders have blocked access to their fridge, bathtub, toilet and sinks. 78% have houses littered with what could be deemed garbage. My chances of finding a spot to sleep were next to nil. For the second time in my life I was saying goodbye to my mother and moving to California,… Continue reading Deeper Cleaning: How I Came to Accept My Mother’s Hoarding Disorder
