Oh my God, I cannot imagine living with a hoarder. I have problems with collecting things, but I certainly don’t hoard things.

Kinda similar. I have construction materials or junk laying around for long, but in general places under my exclusive control are kinda livable. If chaotic a bit.

I have a friend who is a hoarder and she has lost the use of her bathroom recently.

That’s the main reason for the rack in the bathroom. To be able to maybe sometimes shower normally. Two things - 1) place to put stuff so that it wouldn’t fall down, 2) no place to hang plastic bags filled with various crap.

She has to shower at the gym. Every day, she drives to the gym in the morning and take a shower.

Been close to that.

I just cannot imagine living in that world.

I think you’ve just did, judging by the emotion.

I don’t know how you do it.

Counting days, months and years of wasted life.

I would lose my damn mind.

Achievement completed long ago.

(No help, just sharing)

Seems like my life. Except I live with my mom and she’s a hoarder. I’ve assembled three metal racks in place of piles of stuff where those were unbearable. So - I had some place where I wanted to stick the fourth, except I can’t remember what it was, it doesn’t seem to fit anywhere (racks are a desperate measure, actually furniture should only be thrown out here). And the usual with getting perpetually distracted from work (at least I kinda get it done).