Hoarding is an issue everywhere in every state of every country.

by Leslie Jacobs


The first time I ever was in a hoarders house was in the early 80s.  I had become friends with a group of people at work and I dropped off one of them at home—she invited me in to let me go to the bathroom.  As I walked into the kitchen there was stuff everywhere—dishes clean and dirty in the sink and on the table.  There were six chairs around the table, one for each member of the family, but now two people lived there—the adult woman who I worked with and her mother.  There was one path to get everywhere in the house…one small path to the bathroom and to the living room.  All the other rooms were filled so her mother and my friend shared a room. I couldn’t stay in the house for long and walked out explaining to my friend I don’t know why—but I just can’t deal with all that stuff in your house. We didn’t know this was an illness predicated by a loss of something kind.  I can to understand her mother had suffered a loss of her husband and then started to keep items…everything that came into the home stayed there.  There was no definition of good or bad stuff- it was all stuff kept in the house.

Today, dealing with hoarders we know a lot more about this and at its basic form: it’s an inability to mourn a loss.  The loss could be death, divorce, breakup, any type of perceived loss—and the horde becomes a way to fill up that hole (your heart---the emptiness) with things.

Most people go broke spending money on items—the whole process of this is to make the person feel better…and they will keep something like an empty tuna can, or a full one.  You can horde most anything—food, paper, books, cosmetics, plants and animals too.

This miss conception is that it only happens to poor or middle class people—but it happens to rich celebrities---why do you think Michael Jackson was 500 million dollars in debt? He was a hoarder. Do you think Jay Leno and Jerry Seinfeld are hoarders?  Who needs that many cars? Driving through towns I can always tell a hoarder by their front lawn: too many somethings.  Cars, lights, furniture, broken items all over the lawns waiting to be fixed tend to be messy in their homes too.     (Downtown in New Britain the new central park I think has too many lights.  Two less would have been better.) Less Is More as the saying goes.

In the early days of my organizing business I had a client who “just wanted to know if my wife is a hoarder or just a collector as she had claimed”.  I remember the conversation as it was last week—as he described walking through the house and stumbling on items such as a coffee pot and a suitcase---I told him, you don’t need to pay me money so I can come to your town and tell you.  I can tell by your descriptions---she isn’t a collector.  But he wanted me to come and talk to the family—so off I went.

As I walked through the front door and looked into the living room- Yes, I said, yes she is a hoarder.  There were clothes (baby and adult), suitcases and baby furniture on the floor.  On the living room couches and chairs were also clothes pilled very high and spilling on to the floor.  Clothes were on every surface, even on the TV. The large dining room table sat 8 and each chair was filled with “stuff” including the table too.  His wife was out and expected back within minutes.  I asked him who died in your family.

He was at a loss for words.  No one he said. 

His wife came home, was very surprised to see me—but understood her husband’s need to call me—and we talked.  Turned out her favorite neighbor and she started shopping at Goodwill. 

One of the major findings about hoarding is depression and it is set off by a loss.  It can be the loss of a family member (including animals) a divorce, break-up any type of perceived loss can start someone on this path of hoarding.

One question I am asked is how does a hoarder get so much stuff---it’s easy—they don’t toss anything—from the takeout container ( and they usually don’t wash it out) to in very extreme cases their urine and feces.

There are five stages to Hoarding and most of what is on TV’s Hoarders is stage 5—broken walls, no electricity, no water, and the whole house may be a fire hazard.  Most times the local law enforcement agencies are brought to help. Usually with these types of level 5 the whole house is taken down.  

Most Professional Organizers deal with hoarders from level 1 which all doors and stairways are accessible and there are no odors and the clutter is not excessive.  Some PO’s can hand Level 2…clutter inhibits the use of more than two rooms, and there are smells that are not pleasant.

In my 15 years of being a PO (my how time flies when you are having fun!) I have dealt with 5 hoarders and all were level 2. Unless you are a family member of a hoarder, you might not know your next door neighbor is one—unless they have stuff on their lawn and have never invited you into their home.

In my experiences when the phone call comes from the family members who care about the person doing the horde, then it’s time to call in the big guns.  The whole family is also affected and needs to do some therapy. If you live in New Britain and/or surrounding towns look no further than The Institute of the Living in Hartford.  It is the premier place for all things hoarding and dealing with this as a mental illness. The programs and the head were once on Oprah too.

Hoarding cuts through all economic barriers from Greenwich to West Hartford. There are hoarders in Granby and Warren too.  So, if you know a hoarder be gentle with them – and get them help. They might not like it at first—but everyone deserves to live in a clean and organized home.

 


Got Wood?

by Leslie Jacobs


When I was 7, my family moved into our 'forever" home. It was the summer of 1967.  After my dad died in 1976-my mother was determined to keep our home.  "After all", she used to say "its the best place to live in New Britain--and we are lucky to live here."  (Yes, I am.)

When my new neighbors moved in--Audrey and I talked about getting rid of the trees that are a nuisance with their ugly "boomerang" looking droppings.  This week we have had the Privilege of working with PAVO and FRANK ofJani Tree Service because they have been Fabulous. 

Frank putting the tree in the chipper.

Frank putting the tree in the chipper.

They left the place BETTER than when they came last Tuesday. If you want great work at a great price--Call 860-818-5109

Now, I will work on my tan...

 

 

 


An open Letter to Bernie Sanders

by Leslie Jacobs


Dear Bernie Sanders:

I recently donated $10.00 to your campaign and wanted to let you know how much I am behind you.  I wonder if you have heard what the corporations are doing to us now---I ran out of money in 2014 (because my mother fell at BOA and then died and a statute of limitations)…and had to default on my credit cards.  I went on food stamps and heat assistance and finally when my house was in foreclosure---I realized if I paid 30 percent in taxes I could get my 401K.  So, I broke my only recourse for my old age and saved my house. 

Now, as I am doing my taxes (I’ve been working for my cousin taking care of my 99 year old aunt) and claim $11,002 dollars for independent consultant work—it goes into self-employment which you know is higher taxes---And, I have to add what I defaulted on as “Income”—so now my tax bill to the IRS is almost 2,000. I made $11,000 and have to pay two thousand dollars. Now that is criminal!

Bernie, I’m amazed at how much life has bit me in the ass in the past two years ---Oh, I’m 56, with a Master’s degree from Wesleyan University and a writer for a local online independent paper.  Oh, and I wrote a book called Survival in the Unemployment Line, when I hadn’t been F**KED by Big Business and Big Government.

And, don’t even get me started on my student loan. 

I also don’t know where I F**KED UP---because I must have done something. Yes, I didn’t hire a lawyer to sue BOA---My mother who was 85 when she fell at BOA received a letter saying they would pay for all out of pocket expenses.  I had no idea they would offer less than 5% percent of the total outlay of cash to pay for her Medical expenses (beyond Medicare).    

I did everything right (except according to my mother—get married and have children).  I went to good schools, volunteered for my community and was (am) a good neighbor. I gave when I could, and sometimes when I couldn’t.

But boy am I sick of not having a full time job with great benefits. I had one in 2008 and due to the financial crisis, I was laid off.

In a way I am lucky---since when I had breast cancer (remission now) I was able to go to my treatment without feeling guilty about leaving my job.

Since I work part time, my food stamps have been cutand I have to pay over $2,000 to the IRS this year. Because of the income tax laws on small businesses.  But it’s so good to work and live in US…one day I hope to find out again.

You can read more about me on my blog at lesliefjacobs.com.  When you come to CT, I’d love to tell you my story in person.

Sincerely, Leslie Jacobs

 


David Cassidy---How about an interview in June?

by Leslie Jacobs


I have been involved with David Cassidy --(did you notice I use his full name, never just David or Dave) since I woke up in love on January 9, 1971--I was 11 and in the sixth grade. I wrote about it in my diary then "today I realized I am in love with DC."  He had been a topic in my conversations growing up andI even wrote about him for my French class. 

When I was in the 8th grade, I brought home a report card that was not up to my parents liking: it had a D in Math. So, besides the punishment of NOT watching the PF that week (hamster episode) I had to take all my DC photos from my walls down. So, I moved them into my closet. (I was a very lucky kid--I had a walk in closet and used it as my reading room.) Photos of DC and PF were on the 4 walls of them never to be taken down---

But being an adult and moving on with your life meant moving on from DC until a few years ago when my mother died and I inherited my childhood home.  The pictures in the closet, although now yellowed with age, still showed a handsome DC.  This week I took them down.  My old bedroom is one of the last rooms in the house to be redone and ready to sell. 

As I took them down, I saved a few- but then asked myself-what am I going to do with old pictures of DC?  I cant justify keeping them and tossing blurry photos of my family.  I also have a scrapbook that I made of David with photos from my childhood room. I have photos which take up less space than the actual photo and in better condition. 

Now, I will start working on meeting and interviewing DC soon.