Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.

You can read the start of my journey here.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Is it hot in here?

Today wasn't a good day for Hopper. She doesn't feel well, but on top of that I think reality is setting in that she's done with school forever. She finished right before Christmas break, and it's hitting her hard that she's not going back.

Days like this are just emotionally exhausting. The day was filled with several meltdowns, and it was hard on all of us. Her hoarding tendencies were also very apparent. 

She'd been loud today, but it wasn't anything really worse than normal. That is until I brought her backpack upstairs, so we could switch out the contents for the new one she got this weekend. I could not even explain to her that I just brought it up, so we could get it ready for her to use, before she started screaming, "NO!!! MY STUFF!!"

On the surface it appeared as though she was freaking out simply over the fact that I had picked up her backpack. In reality, it was because she was afraid I was going to take her papers out of the backpack. She's very possessive about her things, which is very typical for someone who hoards, and I can handle that just fine. The thing I can't handle is her screaming at the top of her lungs right in my face. 

I'm hoping I can get an appointment for her to be seen tomorrow. I'm thinking she may have a sinus infection. This is typical meltdown behavior, but it's not typical for her to have a meltdown complete with an hour of screaming at the top of her lungs over paperwork. She's gets crabby just like others do when she's not feeling well. I'm hoping that ridding her of her sinus problems will help with her mood.

I don't know how many more meltdowns at the top of her lungs my ears can handle. 


  1. Poor girl! I hope she gets feeling better , and you are able to find her a program she can attend


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