<p>I spent a week last year trying to help my in-laws with their hoarding problem.</p>
<p>At the time, I had heard about the show on tv, but hadn’t seen it. I didn’t know it was a mental illness. </p>
<p>My MIL is suffering from dementia, so it was extremely stressful for me to be there, doing what I was doing. I tried to be patient and ask her if I could “recycle” the hundreds of yogurt and sour cream containers and hundreds of glass bottles. Most of my work got done when she took naps.</p>
<p>My FIL is no better. Probably worse. We had an argument of legendary proportions after he started digging through the trash looking for his favorite “soap”. </p>
<p>It was travel soap that was in the pantry when I first married their son and stayed with them for a few days while looking for an apartment. My oldest will be 21 this year, so you get my drift.</p>
<p>Stuff comes in the house…but never leaves. Ever. </p>
<p>I got rid of 50 industrial hefty sized bags which just about covered one room - their main living area. Their neighbors burned to death in their own home several years ago - also the “frugal” depression era seniors - that seems to often be the “excuse” for this behavior. </p>
<p>My H went back for another week to help later in the summer and found a stash of 20 empty coffee grounds with weird dried grounds in them. He asked his mom what they were. She said she didn’t know. Then he watched her make tea, cut the teabags open and put the grounds in a coffee can. She is saving dried tea grounds. For what purpose, I haven’t the foggiest notion.</p>
<p>Sadly, I think the only solution is to firebomb the building when they pass away. Either that, or move back there for several months to fill dumpster after dumpster with crap.</p>
<p>There may be valuables hiding in the crap, but at this point, I simply don’t care. I think the only thing I would care about is family mementos of my H and his sister. Pretty much all of the rest is junk. </p>
<p>Recently, my FIL hosted an estate sale for one of his other houses, because he had an offer to buy it. After expenses from the dealer, the advertising costs and so forth, they netted just about $1000. Hardly worth the time or trouble. He was so disappointed. I think he thought his stuff was worth so much more. It’s often not, because it hasn’t been stored correctly and their is mold or mildew or bugs. Old books and things are worthless if they get damp.</p>