there is a house near me (Calke Abbey) which preserves some of the 'hoarded' rooms in the state in which they were left when it was bestowed to the National Trust (an organisation which cares for landscapes and properties of interest).
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Now, I know hoarding in its more mundane sense, books, envelopes, VHS cassettes, packet food, receipts etc. This looks more like a disorganised collection to me.
I struggle daily with hoarding inclinations. It is the effect of deferred decisions which makes it so hard (executive dysfunction).
But also, in a strange way, I become attached not only to the 'potential' value of things, but the things themselves.
Getting rid is hard, but it feels wonderful to have cleared a surface. My fireplace is currently empty and at first I hated it, but now I like how it is so much less visual clutter.
It used to have a whole load of antique brass candlesticks on it, family heirlooms, and though I have not sold them, they are under my bed in a box, together.
I live in a small apartment (very small indeed by American standards), and I simply refuse to buy storage because I know I will fill it. Though here is the chicken and the egg situation.
If I get storage, there would be a period (however brief) where I would have clear surfaces and less visual clutter. but also, do I actually use any of the items in storage? Of course not, or if I do, rarely.
I work in a creative industry, and this combined with my personal interests, means I have a lot of professional art stuff. There is a moratorium on buying pens/pencils/brushes/pigments till the supply has gone down, but this feels like an eternity away, and I am unwilling to let go; meanwhile my wonderfully neurodivergent brain means I hardly ever actually undertake creative activity unless I am forced to by some impending deadline.
So give me deadlines