Yesterday, I had need to visit my old home (where my ex and kids still live). House is paid off and the youngest is under 18. I moved out over 4 years ago when I realised my attempts to keep the relationship afloat was proving fruitless. I've not had reason to visit for several months and it was only the fact that I sold my motorbike and had to get the keys for the garage from inside the house, that I'd gone there.
I was mortified by the mess inside the house, there was boxes, litter and rubbish from just inside the front door, through the living room, dining room and kitchen, it was literally a case of walking sideways to get to the rear door and into the garage.
I opened the garage door and was met by another tower of cardboard boxes, newspaper and crap, some of it fell out and it took me half an hour to remove enough to be able to rescue my motorbike. After the deal was done, I stacked it as best I could, closed the door and went back in the house. The property has an attic bedroom and I needed a few things I had stored in there, the stairs were as bad as the ground floor, there was plates, cups and empty food containers that I had to weave my way past. The landing was the same and the attic stairs were even worse, a lot of the stuff I was trying to avoid went tumbling and blocked the door. I managed to get into the attic and was appalled by what was the final straw, it was ceiling high with rubbish, there was no way I could get to the corner of the room without falling into the mess or hurting myself. It's my sons bedroom, but with him not being at Uni, he's been staying with and looking after his grandmother (her's, both my parents are deceased). There was no way he could get into bed without climbing over the crap that was piled up, plus his bed was heaped high with even more boxes, clothes and general rubbish. I was disgusted, when I lived there I was in a constant battle to keep the place clean and tidy, but it got to the point that I was wasting my time, but I've never seen the place in such a mess. The carpets and furniture is ruined, the wall paper is peeling off and there is damp patches appearing on the walls.
I was so annoyed, I went back downstairs and simply told my ex that I would come back and look for the stuff I wanted another time. I never said a thing about the condition she has our property in.
I've had a very restless night and little to no sleep worrying about this, I think I have good grounds to involve social services as the entire house is a hazard and a fire trap if it heaven forbid something happens. I'm disabled with a prosthetic leg, arthritis and fibromyalgia and I having thought about my actions yesterday, I could have been seriously hurt had I fell or tripped.
Can I ask please, are there any other organisations or services I can contact to seek advice and help with this?
Thank you.