Poem: If Only You Would Change

Poem: If Only You Would Change

I always felt out of place,
Like I didn’t belong here.The ones who were supposed to love and protect me—
Didn’t.
Instead, I was told how far I came from measuring up
To their expectations. How taking care of me
Was simply too much for them.
The accusation was heavy:
If it weren’t for you…
This,
And this,
And even this…
Wouldn’t be like this.

So, I apologized for breathing,
For existing and having needs
Until I stopped expressing them.
I fixed my mind on fixing them,
On making them happy
And slowly I lost me.

I dreamed that one day I would matter,
That I would have a voice,
A right to personal happiness.
But first, I must find a way to fix them.
Before I could truly live, I should find a way—
To change them.
If only they would change–
I would matter,
Have a right to dream and play,
To laugh or to cry for shattered dreams.

I had changed.
I’d become like them.
I couldn’t bear the realization—
I was now breathing their poison, hoping others would change.

Instead, I decided to rebel the best way I knew:
I changed me. And stopped looking to them to change,
Or to validate,
Love,
Accept,
Approve,
Or even see the real me.

That girl is worth the hard work
Of digging out from beneath the wreckage,
Trash and “treasures” of their illness,
Abuse, neglect, and ignorance.

She is prized.
I set her carefully as the focus.
I made choices to make her my center,
To love and cherish,
To build up and protect,
To care for and adore.
If only you would change, they said.

I did. And now their opinions no longer matter to me.

Ceci Garrett

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Eight Downloads!

Eight Downloads!

Despite some initial fear and trepidation, I launched my professional website and the free workbook I created on Monday. The result? Eight downloads! On Monday alone, eight individuals took advantage of this free workbook. Eight people found a resource to help them consider the choice to take on the various issues that may arise as they help a parent who hoards (PWH).

Why Eight Matters

For those who’ve grown up with a PWH, there are currently very few resources that consider our experiences and needs. Few studies have focused specifically on the children who grew up with a PWH. Frustratingly, little professional focus has turned to acknowledge what our experiences may have been like. We feel invisible.

Yet, there are a lot of us here.

If hoarding disorder impacts 3-5% of the population, or approximately 15 million Americans, the number of children who’ve grown up amidst the clutter piles created by a PWH is likely very large also. Consequently, the number of adults anxiously awaiting the day when their PWH goes into crisis is much larger than eight. Much, much larger.

Since change typically starts small, let’s celebrate EIGHT. Ultimately, the eight folks that were helped by downloading the free workbook on Monday are on the verge of something new.

They are beginning to feel heard, to have their challenges seen and addressed.

What a win!?! Eight downloads of the workbook means that eight people now have a tool in their hands to help them find a voice and make better decisions.

THAT is so exciting! Thank you.

Ceci Garrett

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It’s About Time

It’s About Time

The first article about compulsive hoarding was published in 1996. In 2013, the APA published the most recent version of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5) which made Hoarding Disorder (HD) its own separate diagnosis. Yet, here, in 2022, there remains a dearth of resources or research focused on the impacts of parental hoarding on the children who grow up in. Personally, I think it’s about time that changes.

For this reason, I’m launching my professional website which includes a revamped blog about my experiences dealing with a parent who hoards (PWH) and a free resource for adult children who are facing the challenging choice to be involved with their PWH’s ongoing care.

A brief history

In 2009, my mother slid off of her hospital commode–her command station–amongst the piles of trash and treasures she’d amassed throughout her lifetime. As a result, I found myself staring down the painful choice to get involved or not. At that time, I didn’t perceive that I had any other decision that I could make. Thus, I took on my PWH’s complex issues mostly alone.

Without the public support of the crew involved with A&E’s Hoarders, I would have been at a loss. At that time, I could find very few resources available to deal with mother’s hoarding. Still, I decided to do what I could.

Unsurprisingly, I found that my decision to get involved cost me and my own family too much. For example, I spent precious time flying across the country to deal with problems that resulted from my PWH’s previous decisions. Due to my involvement in my PWH’s care, I missed out on important milestones with my own children. More importantly, my near pathological drive to save my PWH from her own mental illness deeply impacted by own mental well-being, re-triggering events from my childhood.

Childhood trauma

Like many of you, my dear readers, I endured adverse childhood experiences (ACEs) as a result of having a PWH. As it turns out, one of the risk factors of experiencing ACEs is having a parent with a mental illness. Logically, a parent with even a mild mental health disorder may not be capable of nurturing and protecting a child. Additionally, studies indicate that families impacted by parental mental illness include unhealthy characteristics such as enmeshment, trauma bonding, and parentification.

To be sure, I am not proposing that a PWH sets out to abuse their children or be neglectful parents. Instead, it may be near impossible for them to provide their children with the basic necessities for a healthy upbringing. Children need structure and consistency that may be lacking in families impacted by hoarding. Sadly, many children will seek escape elsewhere when the conditions in the home aren’t ideal, often at the risk of personal safety. Certainly, finding a place to fit in is challenging for most teens. Those who have been socially isolated by parental hoarding and mental illness may face greater challenges.

Taking a stand

Still today, shockingly few resources exist for families and especially adult children dealing with a PWH. Since 2009, I have done what I can to get trained and work with families and adult children.

I cannot stress it enough: too much time has passed without much in the way of practical resources being developed. Consequently, I created the free workbook for adult children. Be sure to download and share this blog with other adult children, therapists, and social services employees.

It’s time for that to change. To that end, I am launching my professional page and blog which focuses on a unique expert view on hoarding, from the experience of an adult child and clinical social worker.

Questions we need to answer (still)
  • How long will it take for our communities to develop adequate services to identify young families where parental hoarding poses a significant risk to the health of the family and children?
  • When will the focus on hoarding disorder include a focus on the significant impacts to the health of children across their lifetime?
  • When will the experience of those raised by a PWH be the driving focus of research and intervention?

I believe it’s time to address these questions. Not later. Now.

Ultimately, I am working to bring a balanced view of hoarding within families to the forefront of the narrative. To do this, I will continue to write and speak about our unique experiences and knowledge of what hoarding is like for those who have no voice or say in the matter. Humbly, I hope that by sharing both my personal and professional experiences together, a better conversation will begin.

I am working to give children, like myself, a voice and a seat at the table. This is my deepest desire both personally and professionally. I can’t do this kind of work alone, so I welcome your feedback.

Ceci Garrett