Tuesday, December 01, 2009


Last night Big J and I watched the season premier of Hoarders on A&E. As it was nearing the end, Big J told me that he was so disturbed by it that he couldn't watch. I don't blame him, it was incredibly disturbing.

What I found most disconcerting was how easy it seems to be a hoarder. Things begin to pile up, soon it is daunting to go through everything. More things pile up. It goes on . . . Certainly hoarding is a mental disorder, and I am well aware that depression can certainly contribute to inactivity and/or apathy.

When the show was done, I had made a mental note that we WILL have a yard sale next spring. While I know that I am not anywhere near hoarding (in fact, I have no problem throwing things away), the possibility of it is frightening.


Tracey said...

There a new-ish book out - Homer and Langely - about well-heeled brothers who holed up in a NYC brownstone and died (literally) because of their hoarding.


That Girl said...

Oh yes! I want to read that! I seem to have a morbid fascination with the topic.

Wild Cayuse Creek said...

I find I can't watch it because it hits a little too close to home. Not personally, but you know what I mean. I feel the same way about Intervention.

Sally HP said...

Those shows are so fascinating in an almost morbid way. Did you see the Oprah where they spent weeks clearing that womans house and ended up with a double warehouse of stuff to sell? It is disturbing, but it's such a good reminder that purging is not only healthy, but necessary.