My former co-worker used to joke with me that I was a "hoarder" b/c I'd always grab candy whenever I passed the jar and divvy it out to folks, then throw a few in my drawer. I was always like "I'm not a hoarder! I just don't eat all my candy in one sitting like you do, piggy!" So today while I was organizing some old paperwork, I ran across a box of letters and cards. Near the top was a birthday card...from 1998...from my DENTIST. I guess I am a hoarder!!
Funny-cute story!! Perhaps there are "degrees" of hoarding, I know a lady that has so many "collections" going (art, books, pottery, antiques, Barbies, Happy Meal toys, etc.) plus she's afraid to throw ANYTHING out in case she might need it (newspapers, food containers, bills/mail, etc.) that you can't see her floors. (She doesn't have "aisles", she either pushes something out of the way or crawls over top her stash to get around in her home.) She left her house one day and one of her "stash piles" fell over and she couldn't get her front door open. She had to get a guy from the neighborhood to come over and take her door off it's hinges! (That was about ten years ago and that house is still cram packed from floor to ceiling, every room plus the basement!) That place is a fire hazard, it's probably got mice, layers upon layers of dust...I don't know how anyone can live like that!