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Old Mar 16, 2019, 07:54 AM
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Originally Posted by BeyondtheRainbow View Post
Thanks Bizi. One of the things I struggle with is that I did home health in rural Appalachia. I've been in REALLY bad homes, hoarders, animal hoarders, no running water, insects everywhere, rotting food everywhere, etc. I truly thought I was prepared for this and that it couldn't be as bad as what I've seen before. I was wrong. This was the worst. It haunts me.

This was so bad that once my leg fell through and I thought I was going to be stuck until my brother came back in to pull me out. There was a place where I was gathering some things off the floor after moving stuff around to reach the floor. I kept saying "I wonder what this carpeted slope is?". Two days later I realized it was the buckled floor.

The kitchen was so bad that when I tried to go across it to check the cabinets for anything I stopped immediately. It was too dangerous to even try.

There was a room full from floor to ceiling, wall to wall, with milk jugs (probably water jugs). We could not enter that room it was so full.

The picture I took of the bathroom sink requires explanation because I was so high above it on the garbage and it was so filthy and full of stuff that it doesn't look like a sink.

At one point my brother suddenly realized he'd been standing on the bed for about 20 minutes. It was that deeply buried.

Apparently my father had an opossum sleeping with him at some point. Not sure if that was when they found him after his stroke or another time. There's a catch/release trap in the kitchen. Getting that removed is what I want my brother to take care of. I am scared an animal will get caught and starve to death.

Things don't even make sense. I saw no clothing that he was possibly wearing. Perhaps it was in the rear of his truck after the laundromat? I have no idea but he had to have had something besides whatever he had on when he had the stroke. This bothers me because it seems like a big thing to be missing.

I also can't imagine how the paramedics got him out. He was barely breathing so stabilizing him enough to move was probably hard and moving him would have been acrobatic. I should add them to my thank you list.

Thanks to anyone who made it through all this. I'm still trying to figure out the right reaction.
Oh, BeyondtheRainbow, I am so sorry you had this experience!! It is incomprehensible. My mother is a hoarder. It perplexes me too. (My sister keeps me apprised of the state of things, as I haven't had contact with my mother for years --too toxic plus I just plain don't like her.) The mess is not to the degree you are describing though. I cannot begin to imagine.

Your situation has been of particular interest to me because of these similarities (estrangement and hoarding). I told my sister I'd try to be there to help when the time comes (we're on opposite sides of the country), but I totally dread having to deal with it.

I don't know if there *is* a right reaction, you know? I woke up screaming too the last time I was there about 30 years ago. It was a nightmare followed by a hypnopompic hallucination of a snakepit (it was SO vivid and real feeling!), but that probably spoke as much to psychological history as the hoarding.

Anyway, all to say, my heart really goes out to you.
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Thanks for this!
BeyondtheRainbow, bizi