Hi - I am coming back as a bit of an update on my post in Thread 2:
*Hello, just signing in as a half-reformed hoarder and having a final push at my hoard.
I have a long and emotional relationship with 'stuff: one very loving parent who valued art, creativity, play and loved a good rummage in a fair or second-hand shop; one cool, critical and controlling parent who still lives a life of (albeit very un-stylish) minimalism. For me the problem started when my parents suddenly moved house when I was just turned 20. They moved 250 miles away from where I was at university and there was to be no room for me in the new house. So all the creative, messy, much-loved 'stuff' of my childhood came with me in boxes to my university room. I was busy with my course, so just threw a cloth over a great stack of them and carried on...
These boxes stayed and stayed with me for the next decade, from hall of residence to shared flat. However, by this time my loving parent had a terminal illness so opening these boxes was to open up pain. Just before my wedding I decided that I had to change, somehow and employed a professional declutterer to help. My flatmates thought I was bonkers, but she really did help - the boxes were opened, reduced, re-sorted and came with me to my married home in a reduced state. In the meantime my loving parent died and the response of my other parent was to off-load anything else of mine that could be found, so that it was off their own plate. So the problem increased, if anything.
However, engaging the de-clutterer did make a major change to my habits - I began to see the habit of hanging on to things as potentially destructive, I stopped acquiring trinkets and souvenirs, I began to read and then recycle interesting leaflets, brochures and articles that I would have previously squirrelled away for a rainy day. So my better habits have meant that my problem, although still there, at least has not grown.
If you came into my home you would probably not say that it was cluttered. But the boxes are still there, albeit reduced in number. However, I can see the end of the road ahead of me - where I know that everything I own is meaningful, properly stored and the amount I have is in proportion.
We are about to start building work and I am having a final push! I am opening boxes and considering items that I have not considered for years. Last week I sorted through approx. 300 childhood Christmas and birthday cards (a box that I had never been able to go through before), reducing them to a small pretty patterned tin. My filing (22 lever arch files worth - just my personal filing not even household stuff - who needs that much?) is currently spread out across our sitting room so that I can sort it out.
It is hard, but I want to do it and the end is tantalisingly close.*