"Why didn't you sell the stuff?* You ever try to do a yard sale for a hoarder? Before his mom died I think she was trying to do yard sales but I never saw it happen though I grew up across the street. I've. Found at least half a dozen unused garage sale signs in the garage. Things get pulled out of the piles and he starts to panic out puts them back. If he finds junk in the trash bin he starts bitching I should at least put by the curb so someone who might want it can have it. Then goes out gets whatever it is and hides it in the spare bedrooms. During attic cleanout in the garage I found a box of ladies clothes. Very old, maybe his mom's from when she was very Young. The items were handmade very attractive knitted and colorful. I know a housekeeper who checks our curb for stuff like this and we have an agreement. She uses the cheap vases I set out to put flowers in homes she services. Nope the cool stuff got taken back into the house. I recently cleaned his kitchen pantry of dated canned food from about the time his mother died. Cans rusted through and leaking. His mom tried to deal with the problem when she was alive but was unable. When she passed away it wasn't that bad as she at least didn't rummage through neighbor's trash and bring home junk. She was also a bit of a hoarder. Saved every single tie off the bread and dozens of jars. I've thrown away bins of vcr tapes of sermons. Many pounds of motivational cassettes to which there is no functional player. Believe me, most of what hoarders stuff around their property is either useless, broken, unsanitary or just not wanted by normal people. Also gobs of trashy, tacky, cheap knickknacks. Tasteless junk. Mixed in are a few cool items so I don't toss things without checking. Like the box of beautiful liquor bottles from Europe his stepdad brought home from the war. He doesn't even know about them because his focus is junk. Pun intended. Meanwhile every corner shelf and space in the house is an eyesore of cheap vases, plastic dusty flowers and tasteless knickknacks you can pic up at any yard sale if you are of that sort. I stop at yard sales but rarely buy unless it's like a very new drill I recently bought to replace the one I've worn out. $20.00 spent and gave the my old one away. Dewalt again! A new one from Lowes would cost 70.00 so I'm pleased. My friend would stash the old one in some random spot and forget about it. "I have no tolerance, at all, for people who lie to me, for any reason." Hoarders don't really lie. They live in a delusional mindset where they make up shit on the fly to suit the moment. To them it's not really lying. He once gave me a bag of mineral specimens his stepdad had collected. Literally told me it was a present. Well, I have no place for it and though I knew about the collection hadn't really looked at it. I told him thanks, I would go through them and think what to do with the collection. I spent a few minutes clearing a garage shelf of ripped up old grocery bags and other trash then unwrapped all the rocks and arranged them nicely on the shelf. Hmmm. Some would be useful at the university. Nothing rare but good specimens. Next day he goes on a rant about all the stuff I've thrown away. What stuff I ask. I offer to retrieve every thing from the trash bin and show him. No, that's. Not it. He's mad because I messed with the shelf. I give up and tell him I won't touch the rocks again. He calms down and then later apologizes. This is how a hoarder thinks. That clean and organized shelf triggered him. My grandfather was the same way. He packed broken household appliances into the company office till I had to squeeze by to get to the desk. When I got fed up I took it all and dumped the lot. Swept out and did a deep clean of the office that Sunday. Monday morning grandpa was outraged and screaming at me. These sort of people are happy when you serve them scrambled eggs but will rage over the broken eggshells. Once I cleaned all the muck and trash out of the pump room basement and discovered a very old drill rusting in the slime. This basement was part of our food processing operation. Fresh out of highschool and understanding basic hygiene and food standards I was leaving no place for roaches and rats of which I found plenty. But that drill intrigued me. I took it all apart,cleaned the rust and used fine sand paper to buff the bushings smooth. I replaced the rotted power cord and reassembled it. The dang thing looked great and worked fine. Grandpa bitched me out about stuff I'd thrown out, checked the dumpster and found nothing of value so he took the drill from me. Fortunately he didn't do time cards or payroll so I was safe there. Hoarders. I've lived around them my whole life. For a time I worked as in home house care and my first assignment was cooking and cleaning for a crippled lady. County paid and I fill out a weekly report. Turns out she was a hoarder. Mixed in the trash were real treasures so you can't just toss stuff. I found old phonograph records. No big deal? They were the tube ones. No, I've never taken important valuables off people. When I've gotten fed up or just left for another job it's with only my own tools and things. That old Lady, though stored mostly trash. As usual, like all true hoarders they go through the trash. Putting her dead cats and feces on top helps deter that urge.