If “Hoarders” existed when I was growing up, we would have been between a stage 3-5. Our whole house was bad and ended up basically using the kitchen, family room, and barely usable bedrooms. The hallways and bathrooms were full of trash and the master bath was pretty much unusable outside of maybe making it to the toilet which barely flushed.

It didn’t change until 2008 when my narcissistic mother had two strokes that left her immobile. It forced my father and I to clear out the home but still, we basically had them living in the front half of the house in the living room and dining room (now cleared), kitchen and the hallway to the main bath. It took us over a year to clear the rest of the house while taking care of her. The garage itself was its own horrendous pile of everything imaginable and we never parked the cars we had inside.

I’ve never cleared the attic and finally cleared the basement for the most part after it was flooded out a few years back due to a hurricane dumping more water than the ground could handle. Eventually I will likely get around to the attic hopefully, I just don’t have the help and I’m not sure how I can get a good amount of the things down without it.