Is this the start of something good?
So Mom has started to talk about selling the house again. Can you imagine having to move a compulsive hoarder? She got her most recent property tax assessment and is delighted to learn they’ve appraised her home for a nice chunk of change. I gently reminded her that it’s unrealistic she’d get that much.
She talks about getting a dumpster. I don’t even know how much that costs in her city, but I know it’s going to take more than one. I offered to help her sort through some stuff, but she’s still resisting help until she has a chance to go through things herself.
There are a lot of items she talks about wanting to keep because they’ll be great in the new house. But then there are also items she’s identified as wanting to get rid of, like the living room sofa set. Which is fine by me.
I am pleased to hear her talk about this, even if it’s just words. I think maybe she’s getting glimmers of self-awareness, or she’s tired of being penned in by her hoard. No matter what, I hope this is the start of something positive.
On the other hand
Mom tells one story to me and a different story to Lynn. I’m not sure Mom knows that Lynn told me. Ya follow that? It means she’s giving me the brave face while there’s something else going on that’s actually pretty serious. I can’t really talk about that yet. Yes, it’s that serious. And in this case, Mom shows no self-awareness.