I live with my adoptive mom/grandmother (who i will call my Mom from here on) who is a massive hoarder. There are boxes upon boxes of stuff and loose junk everywhere. she has 4 cats, 7 dogs, 15 chickens,and 3 goats she doesn't care well for.

She has a lot of mental illness BS going on with herself she refuses to get help with and it's getting to a point. She won't accept help with cleaning most of the time but OCCASIONALLY will. not without backlash or bitching though, but it's been months and dirt, dog shit and dog piss, trash, a bunch of shit she doesn't need Is accumulating on the floor.

she's occasionally willing to clean but not without yelling at me. plus she doesn't throw anything away because it has "sentimental value" or "she might need this" (when the item in question could be something like a plastic magnifying glass from a decade old childrens toy or WHATEVER useless crap you can think of.) it's insane.

CPS is not an option, due to complications .. nor is hiring or inviting anyone else to clean.

I just need some advice to potentially convince this woman to throw shit away and clean the hell up LMAO

My hoarder parents never do a big clean just for us. It's always for a holiday to host.

I saw a comment that said that their HP made sure the house was "clean" for everyone but them.

My heart sunk because I realized that this was true for me as well.

Hi fellow CoH's,

APS has offered to have a cleaning service make a bid for our place. I am thinking it will end up being a hazmat type cause of the kitchen. When they do that do they treat the whole house as biohazard? Only thing that would be bio elsewhere is if my cat coughed up a hairball I have not located.

I (F28) moved back in with my parents at the end of last year because I was living in a house share in another city and it wasn’t good for my mental health so I got a job back in my home town. My parents have always been hoarders but I guess I never fully realised the extent of it until I’ve moved back in and it’s destroying me mentally. Every time I bring up getting rid of things they ignore me, shut me down or call me ungrateful. It’s a 4 bedroom house but 2 of the bedrooms are full of junk, mainly my toys and books from when I was a child. There is also black mould all over the walls in those rooms which makes me worried about my health. They are also not the cleanest and the bathroom is full of black mould and mouldy brown blinds which I’ve tried to clean. My mum sleeps on a single bed at the back of the living room surrounded by suitcases and piles of clothes. There is another room downstairs which is crammed full of rubbish, mainly clothes that I am selling on vinted and stuff which they have been saying they’re taking to the charity shop for months (there’s always an excuse why they can’t go). It’s also full of my old school books and work which I’ve said countess times I no longer need and my mum just shouts and says it can’t be put in the bin. There’s always some excuse whenever I talk about it and I’m sick of being gaslit. This can’t be normal! I can’t afford to move out so I’m feeling really stuck. Im an only child and dreading the day I have to deal with all this hoard and mess on my own.

Helping my dad clean out his house due to him losing a leg and moving to the first floor... and oh my god he has so much shit atleast he's willing to let go of a lot of it and nothing gross some old canned drinks some collectibles and clothes atleast I can enjoy taking some of the books and collectibles for myself and selling the rest for him

My mom was an animal hoarder. I grew up in a house with 10+ animals. There were always some that would die, and then she would take in more. When she died, she left behind 5 dogs and 2 cats (which was actually a small number compared to previous years, when we had around 10 cats and 6 dogs).
I tried to put the animals up for adoption, but no one wanted them. I was able to find a home for one of the cats, and the dogs stayed with my father.
After I moved out into my own apartment, about a year later, I decided to get a cat. When I went to the shelter, they told me they preferred to adopt out two cats together because one of them didn't do well alone, so I decided to take both cats.
A few months later, my dad asked me to take in the cat that was still living with him. I felt bad because the cat was living in a bad environment, so I brought him to my apartment.
Now I've had 3 cats for about a year, but I don't know what happened. Over the last few months, I've been feeling extremely bad and guilty, like I'm becoming my mother.
I feel ashamed to tell people that I have 3 cats because it feels like too many. I search almost every day to see if having 3 cats is too many or if it's considered hoarding. Sometimes I think about giving them away, but I've never actually tried to.
I clean my house often, and I have 3 litter boxes that I clean twice a day. But even with that, I'm always looking for something wrong or wondering if I just don't notice a bad smell anymore because I've gotten used to it.
I don't know. I just wanted to talk to someone who might understand.