Dating the child of a hoarder

Geoff, 37, had visited his mother but only stood outside before picking her up to spend time elsewhere.Jennifer, also 37, returned just twice, on the advice of her counselor, to confront the deeply-embedded shame she felt.It is much harder for behavioral therapy to successfully treat compulsive hoarders with poor insight about their disorder.Results show that hoarders were significantly less likely to see a problem in a hoarding situation than a friend or a relative might.You can see her eyeing up her plate of pasta and measuring it against one of her brothers. "Yes, but he's older than you," is the easy answer, along with: “but he's just played two hours of football, you sat on your bottom all afternoon." I am stumped as to how to end her craving for, and need to stockpile, food, without it becoming a bigger issue than it already is.What makes it more complex - in my mind - is that all of her brothers can take or leave food.That if a person is a hoarder they are completely disorganized. For example, I once visited a patient who saved decades worth of daily newspapers. He kept them stacked in meticulous, edge-to-edge order against the walls, and when he was out of wall space (which appeared to have happened a good decade or so before I met him) he constructed little pathways that traversed the living room and dining room.

As such, it affects the family much like addiction affects the family.In 2008, a study was conducted to determine if there is a significant link between hoarding and interference in occupational and social functioning.Hoarding behavior is often severe because hoarders do not recognize it as a problem.There was a generation of War children who grew up perpetually hungry, a collection of skin and bones, who never knew where their next meal were coming from - for them, cashing calories, made sense. So much so that her swimming teacher, a gruff Iranian, says: "The problem with her is that she is like a cork. She bobs." This makes dealing with her hoarding more tricky.We are now three generations into the afflunenza society, where lunchboxes are cornucopias of Dairy Lee Cheesy Bacon Dunkers and Soreen Malt Lunchbox loaves. I quite like that she saves sweets rather than scoffs them, but I can't stand her covetousness, which manifests itself not just in hoarding but in endlessly complaining how much food she gets compared with her siblings.

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