just sad
just incredibly sad lately at the sheer fact that this mental illness exists and causes so much pain and suffering, for both the hoarder and their families.
i am a few months into no contact after i tried to have a conversation about the house. my two goals for the conversation was to clear enough out to be able to access a fridge for food (really, remove and replace the broken one) and have enough space cleared out to park/plug in her motorized wheelchair that was prescribed to her. i offered to pay for whoever she wanted to hire to make those two goals happen. i offered to pay for the new fridge. she got so upset at the conversation that she told me she literally wished i was never born and that she’d beat me harder as a kid (lol)
i stalk some “estranged adult children” subreddits and there are often posts where the parent reaches out after going no contact. this is not to make light of those posts, because often the parent is being cruel/abusive/not listening/manipulative/etc. by not respecting their children’s wishes. this is not a “grass is greener” situation, to be clear, because often they reach out for contact but don’t fix any actual issues, and that’s equally as hurtful.
but i can’t help but be sad that it has been months and my mother just… doesn’t give a shit lol. she’d rather be in her level 4.5 hoard and die alone there than have even a superficial relationship with me, i guess. i haven’t been to the home in going on a decade, we didnt see each other very much because of it, so all we had for awhile was phone calls sometimes. but i’m not worth anything compared to literal garbage, mouse and animal feces, human sewage that’s backed up in the hoarded basement, thousands of dollars of useless costume jewelry from JTV, garage sale junk, etc. if i even so much as inconvenience her by having a conversation that threatens the status quo, i am quickly expendable to protect the hoard.
often i reflect and wonder about the degenerative nature of this mental disorder. would the woman in her late 30s (the same age i am now) with a toddler recognize herself? would she be appalled at this? or were these always her values? was i always expendable and i just didn’t realize? am i giving up on her by walking away? is she savable, or is she simply lost to the sea of mental illness? i honestly don’t know what to think or what would make me feel better.