...*sighs*
I don't know if it's because I didn't take drugs for more than 24 hours, or because I slept WAY, WAY too much last night and yesterday (apparently to make up for the previous two nights of little sleep and subsequent threatening cold), or if it's because I'm undoubtedly low on iron this week...
...But I am completely exhausted. Ugh. My joints are sore now, and I only got up two hours ago...but I can't think straight (even after finally taking meds), and I just want to go back to bed. Puke, kill me.
What's really uncool about this is that I'd promised myself these two weeks were going to be for cleaning my room. My boss gave me two weeks off (in preparation for the amount of hours I'm going to be working this summer, as we'll be short-staffed again), so I figured I'd use most of that time to get cleaned up and organized.
Because I'm a compulsive hoarder.
And I'm not just saying that - I'm an Oprah/Dr. Phil/Internet-E-bay-lady compulsive hoarder. Just with less room to hoard IN. So the crap in my room is basically chest-high all over, and covering every surface except my bed (which has just enough clear room for me to sleep).
But now it's THURSDAY of the second week. I have four days left (possibly more depending on my upcoming schedule, but I'll say four to be safe), and I've done nearly nothing. Got one bag of trash out and a few books that weren't mine downstairs. That's about it.
It feels like I'm in school again, with one of those Big Projects I could never get done, watching the deadline approach with dread.
And I hate it.
I don't know if it's because I didn't take drugs for more than 24 hours, or because I slept WAY, WAY too much last night and yesterday (apparently to make up for the previous two nights of little sleep and subsequent threatening cold), or if it's because I'm undoubtedly low on iron this week...
...But I am completely exhausted. Ugh. My joints are sore now, and I only got up two hours ago...but I can't think straight (even after finally taking meds), and I just want to go back to bed. Puke, kill me.
What's really uncool about this is that I'd promised myself these two weeks were going to be for cleaning my room. My boss gave me two weeks off (in preparation for the amount of hours I'm going to be working this summer, as we'll be short-staffed again), so I figured I'd use most of that time to get cleaned up and organized.
Because I'm a compulsive hoarder.
And I'm not just saying that - I'm an Oprah/Dr. Phil/Internet-E-bay-lady compulsive hoarder. Just with less room to hoard IN. So the crap in my room is basically chest-high all over, and covering every surface except my bed (which has just enough clear room for me to sleep).
But now it's THURSDAY of the second week. I have four days left (possibly more depending on my upcoming schedule, but I'll say four to be safe), and I've done nearly nothing. Got one bag of trash out and a few books that weren't mine downstairs. That's about it.
It feels like I'm in school again, with one of those Big Projects I could never get done, watching the deadline approach with dread.
And I hate it.
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Date: 2007-06-23 06:35 am (UTC)But...okay, if you really don't know what compulsive hoarding is, then I'd better explain and link that first. Then maybe you'll understand.
Here's the Wikipedia article on it:
While there is no definition of compulsive hoarding in accepted diagnostic criteria (such as the current DSM), Frost and Hartl (1996) provide the following defining features:[1]
-the acquisition of, and failure to discard, a large number of possessions that appear to be useless or of limited value
-living spaces sufficiently cluttered so as to preclude activities for which those spaces were designed
-significant distress or impairment in functioning caused by the hoarding
Basically...you know when you hang on to something you COULD probably throw away, because you figure you might need it "someday"? Compulsive hoarding is when you hang on to basically EVERYTHING, EVER. And in my experience, it's often compounded with compulsive spending.
(The same mentality which goes into hoarding can also apply to spending, i.e. "Oh, I should buy this, I might need it someday.")
Lots IN + very little or nothing OUT = BIG PROBLEM.
It's part of various disorders (it's probably most associated with OCD), but it can be a thing in and of itself. Unfortunately, it's not something that has typically responded to medication (it barely ever responds to the sort of meds they use for OCD), but I've read recently of new research into some medications that seem to work for it.
So that's promising.
In my case, I don't have the HUGE anxieties some hoarders do regarding throwing things out (which is good)...it's almost more like hoarding is a reflex. (I come from a family of packrats! It's genetic.) But I also have problems with spending (as mentioned), typical ADHD problems with organizing, activating, and staying focused for the length of time it takes to clean, and PLUS I'm mildly agoraphobic. So I hoard because being surrounded by junk makes me feel safer.
That's basically where I'm coming from here.
(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-23 10:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-23 10:44 am (UTC)...You know, it's something I really only figured out a few months ago myself. I knew I was "really disorganized," and "messy," but...I've ALWAYS been that way. To some degree or another. I just figured it was a problem of sloppiness and disorganization that had grown with me, but that I'd get it straightened out sooner or later.
(I also thought, somewhere in there, that getting treated for ADHD would help. When it didn't help THAT, it was kind of a wake-up call.)
I think hoarders in general always have to work through layers and layers of self-deception and denial to really understand it's a problem.
So yeah, it makes sense that you didn't know. Nobody in my offline life who hasn't seen it knows. Because I've kept it a secret too, doncha know. Nobody else has even been in my bedroom, really, in almost ten years, except for my mother on VERY rare occasion.