tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358432305273391522.post8056528381223920192..comments2024-03-05T02:09:38.433-08:00Comments on Maintenance Free: If it ain't broke...Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737539902598571458noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358432305273391522.post-59741204883674762162009-10-24T01:53:01.535-07:002009-10-24T01:53:01.535-07:00Reading things other children of hoarders have wri...Reading things other children of hoarders have written, it never ceases to amaze me how our hoarding parents come out with exactly the same excuses for their behaviour as each other.<br /><br />"Mom's rationale is that since my Dad is such an "unhandy" guy and she just never has the money to pay those overpriced professionals, this is just how she has to live. With a broken drawer propped open for 15 years... yeah right."<br /><br />My mother used to say exactly the same thing about her broken (overfilled and couldn't take the strain) kitchen drawers. Poor her, my dad never fixed things (it would have helped if he had space to get to them!) and hadn't bought her new kitchen units for the vast amount of time of eight years.<br /><br />Kind regards,<br /><br />A.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358432305273391522.post-30401556096112603332008-05-20T04:26:00.000-07:002008-05-20T04:26:00.000-07:00Hi Jamie, Thanks so much for stopping by my blog a...Hi Jamie, <BR/><BR/>Thanks so much for stopping by my blog and sharing your story. Your experience growing up as a child of a hoarder and how it's impacted sounds so similar to mine. I grew up with lots of clutter, chaos, violence and addiction. <BR/><BR/>At home, every day was a living nightmare, but when we visited people or went to school or church, or took pictures (rare) it was all posed. So weird to see my mother turn into a sweet people pleaser in public, then come home and go into rages for hours at a time. My father would charm everyone and then come home get drunk and beat my mother or one of my siblings. You are so not alone. <BR/><BR/>Everyone I've ever scratched the surface with has something really sad in their background. Even the ones who say they have a wonderful family and had a perfect childhood have something they don't want you to know at first.<BR/><BR/>Nothing and no one is really perfect. Just like you work hard to keep up a certain image, so is everyone else. Thanks for dropping yours here on your blog. <BR/><BR/>This may sound weird, but I often think I was lucky in a weird way to have gotten the worst part of life over when I was young and now in my late 40's it just keeps getting even better. How many people have "idyllic" childhoods and spend the rest of their lives feeling like the best time of their life is behind them? I'd rather be me. <BR/><BR/>Thanks again for sharing your story...I look forward to following your journey. I linked to you from my blog. Keep writing and soon I'll do a "feature Post" <BR/><BR/>Keep the faith, <BR/><BR/>ArianeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com