My Brother in law went back to Connecticut to see his parents who were both unable to care for themselves and were supposedly being cared for by his brother. He got there and found them living in squalor, uncared for, left alone by the brother. He said he found his father, who had Alzheimers, sitting in a pile of his own poop. Both of them were locked in their rooms in unwashed clothes with unwashed bodies and no food in the house.

Apparently his brother, who had said he would take care of them rather then putting them in a home, was busy drinking away the social security and retirement checks. In fact when he found his parents he went up to the corner bar and found his brother sitting there getting plastered with his stoner friends.

He said it was all he could do not to wipe the floor with the guy and that his brother and his friends basically told him to back off and then F off.

So he went home and called the cops. They took one look and went up to the bar to arrest the brother. His brother was charged with elder abuse and a host of other fun things. The sister, who also lived close, was taking some of the money and also doing nothing. She was charged as well.

He got his parents in a home and saw that they got care for the few months they lived after that.

As far as he's concerned he has no brother and sister.

 

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Maybe they molestered him as a child.

 

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Sorry to hear your loss Test. I lost my dad, too, unexpectedly. He left me with great memories.

When I was 10 or 11 my mom and my aunt went over to help clear out a house of a friend of my aunts. It was eerie. This is stupid, but I remember picking up the telephone and there was no dial tone. It freaked me out. It was like the house was dead.

 

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYffGOMCcMQ

sorry for your loss Test

My father was a hardcore horder. I dont think anyone at the time knew exactly what that was until later.

I am ashamed to say that I felt good taking his junk back to the thriftshops he bought the stuff at. To me I would think cycle of life when I did it.

He had so much stuff that for over four months I would take a full car load every day to the local Goodwill to get rid of it all.

Even so we still had to rent a huge truck and put the real junk in it and take it to the dump.

I think hording is related to depression. My father mustve been depressed for years and me being there probably didnt help him. Mental illness must run in my family

 

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Sorry man. That's not an easy thing to do. I've done it for some relatives and a couple of very good friends and it's eerie and unsettling.

My friends all think I'm nuts about how I keep my house. Everything goes where it's supposed to be at all times, and no mess ever. I can't sit down if the place isn't perfect. They think I'm joking when I tell them I just want it to be easy on whoever has to clear the place out if I drop dead....but I'm not.

I can't describe how awful my brothers house was when he died. Filthy, junk piled everywhere, it seriously looked like the inside of a dumpster. The fact that he had been in there for quite a while after he died didn't help matters any. I went thru and found a box of pictures, and a few personal items...and then paid a service to throw the rest of the stuff out.

Have I mis-read this thread? Did Ptilk die?

 

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sorry for your loss test

 

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