Celebrating!

I just wanted to take a brief pause to stop and celebrate the reach of the Parents Who Hoard guided workbook that I released in May. To date, more than 100 individuals have downloaded the free workbook. That means that 100 people have gained access to a practical resource that can help them pre-plan a future intervention with a parent who hoards (PWH). This is something to celebrate!

Why celebrate this? For many reasons.

For those who grow up in a household where a parent’s hoarding is a mitigating factor, there are often unique cultures that exist invisibly. Cultural norms such as birthday parties, holiday celebrations, and such may not have found room in these households. (We once had a Christmas tree on display for a decade…talk about falling outside of cultural norms!)

So learning to celebrate things that seem obvious to others is new for us. I hosted my very first birthday party this summer. I was celebrating my 46th birthday. Yet the idea of throwing my own party and having people choose to come to celebrate with me was new. It was a great experience.

So today, won’t you pause and find a way to celebrate?

I’m excited that the workbook reaches those who need help and hope. So I’m celebrating that.

What are you going to celebrate today? I’d love to hear about your growth and healing!

Ceci Garrett
Vlog: It’s not my fault!

Vlog: It’s not my fault!

Many adult children have been forced to take the blame and responsibility for things that their PWH did (or didn’t do) unfairly. We’ve been told that it’s our fault that things are the way they are. Sometimes this is clearly spoken, other times it is inferred. Although as children we didn’t have a choice or say in these things, once we begin to recognize that things aren’t right, we are responsible for what we continue to allow to happen in our relationships and lives. This is especially true in our relationships with our PWH. Setting boundaries is foreign to us! We weren’t allowed to do this growing up. So where do we begin? Whose fault is it? How are we going to start setting boundaries? How will we know if a boundary is right for us?

Musings about taking responsibility when it’s not our fault.
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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Embracing a New Perspective

Embracing a New Perspective

It’s been a while since I’ve posted on here  Today, I thought that it might be helpful to share a bit of what’s going on in my life. Fortunately, it’s not a bad thing. That said, it involves an element of change that I’m finding tough: embracing a new perspective about myself. In other words, I am learning to embrace “the real Ceci G”, and become comfortable with who she is. Part of this requires me to define what I am not while also looking more realistically at what I can become. It’s as if, in some ways, I’m looking at the whole world in a new perspective simply by looking once again at me.

Things have remained busy here. For example, I continue to work on my degree, as well as working tirelessly advocating for families like mine. Fortunately, I’m on track to graduate and with good grades. As a result, I’ve been attempting to integrate some feedback from others about my grades and accomplishments.

Although I was a good student in elementary and middle school, I struggled with some issues outside of school during high school which impacted my grades. Combined with some projecting of negative statements from my PWH, I had concluded that I am not really that smart or capable. As an example of these negative statements, my PWH would often say things like, For someone so smart that was really stupid. Certainly, it’s no surprise that I chose to pick up on the overarching trends: I somehow am less than I should be, or altogether too much and too complicated.

The Challenge

A year ago, a mentor of mine told me that I was extremely capable and intelligent. Because she’s someone I respect and deeply value her thoughts and opinions, I wanted to believe her. Additionally, she told me that whatever I chose to do with my life, I would be successful. Truthfully, I wonder if it was a warning to choose carefully. Whatever I would go after, she concluded, I would excel.

At first, the comment was embarrassing. Honestly, I didn’t even know how to take it. Possibly, I eeked out an awkward, “Thank you.”

The seed was planted. Although I still hadn’t really taken this statement into myself and integrated it into my self-concept, it was there. Slowly, it’s been growing  little by little.

Most of the things that contribute to our self-concept, self-worth, and self-esteem are based on interpretations of what others tell us about ourselves. Sometimes this feedback is crap–not worth the air used to share it. Sometimes it comes in a mixed form, and we are unable to sort out truth in the middle of ambiguity. Sometimes it has nothing to do with us at all!

As children, we are especially limited in our ability to discern what is what. We often pick up inaccurate messages, internalize them, and they become who we believe we are. Inadvertently, we carry these messages with us into adulthood. If we’re lucky, we may hit the bottom in some way and realize that something is not quite right. If we’re blessed, we may decide to look inward and search for a “healthier and more beneficial” way of being. And if we are truly persistent, we can uncover our true worth and identity.

Testing a new perspective

When the seed was first planted, it just was there. Yet, with time, I have looked at others’ thoughts and words spoken to me or over my achievements.

I am learning to weigh and integrate new information. When someone makes a statement, about me or anything/anyone else, I am trying to start evaluating it critically. Cautiously, I turned things around and looked at them logically first.

What motive could others have for their words? How likely is it that repeated statements are true even if I struggle to accept them? What kind of risk would I be taking to integrate these positive thoughts into my self-concept? How would they benefit from my adoption of a more positive self-evaluation? Would I benefit from it? Is this an emotion, subjective to each person’s perspective, or a potential factual statement? Could this be true of someone else? If so, could it also be true of me?

Adoption and Integration

At times, it has seemed arrogant to choose to believe these new perspectives. That’s part of the challenge, learning to let go of broken narratives. Yet, I’ve begun to see that it’s quite possible that I am as smart, capable, gifted, and patient as people are telling me. I’m beginning to see that some of those whose opinions I’ve valued most were simply those who were the best at hiding their underlying motivations.

A commitment to accepting new information as plausible or true takes time. I keep practicing my new narrative. I can be quite intelligent, gifted, and patient while also still making my fair share of mistakes. One does not discredit the others completely. Brilliant people have bad days and make bad choices. Some dense people have amazing advisers and are wildly successful despite not being the most brilliant person in the room. Most things, it turns out, are not “either or” circumstances.

Adoption requires courage. It takes chutzpah to commit to claiming a new perspective about yourself, especially when the narrative has been distorted for a long time. Integration requires persistence and patience. Change doesn’t occur immediately. I find I must remind myself of these new facts and interpretations repeatedly before they take root and sprout. That requires effort over time.

What new information are you trying to integrate about your self? Where are you feeling stuck? What’s been helpful in your process?

Ceci Garrett

An Open Letter to Mental Health Providers

An Open Letter to Mental Health Providers

To Whom It May Concern:

Recently, it has come to my attention that many of you have been contacted or seen a patient whose parent is a hoarder. Shockingly, I keep hearing that there are still mental health providers who are treating clients with hoarding despite very few of you completing the training recommended by the International OCD Foundation and the researchers who are treating this.

Fortunately, I believe that you are well-meaning. Because I’m a glass half full kind of gal, until proven otherwise, I will believe that your intention is to help people. Yet, inadvertently, you are hurting a block of society. Additionally, you may be violating your respective licensure’s Code of Ethics regarding competent practice.

Did you really say that?

In addition, I’m horrified by how many adult children report their inappropriate experiences disclosing how they grew up. Although I understand that it may surprise you when the adult child of a hoarder comes to you and describes the filth and hell that they grew up in, no matter how surprised you are, it is inappropriate to say, “Oh my goodness!” with a look of shock and horror plastered across your face. Sadly, this this type of response is exactly what we fear the most: shock and horror. In so doing, you are furthering shame, blame, and guilt that has never been ours to carry. Please respect how difficult it is to show up in someone’s office and betray our family by sharing this closely guarded secret.

Hoarding Indicates Mental Illness

Please understand that our parents are mentally ill. That means that the large accumulation of stuff is ONLY a symptom of the mental illness. Additionally, co-morbidity rates for those who hoard is very high. One study indicates that more than 50% of those who hoard have major depression. If you can, ask the adult children of hoarders and many will tell you that their parents are narcissistic, borderline, or even bipolar. Thus, the large accumulation of stuff is almost insignificant compared to the emotional, mental, and sometimes physical abuse and neglect that go on inside of these homes.

Take a Walk in our Shoes

Imagine for a moment that you place an 18 month old child in the hoard. Where does this child play? Does he/she do so safely? Are they limited to small areas of the house? Is nutritious food easily accessible? Is normal personal hygiene practiced?

Now, imagine that 18 month old has grown up some. She’s now 15 years old. Sadly, her own bedroom has long ago become packed with things that belong to her hoarding parent. Thus, she cannot close her door. As well, she has no desk to sit at to study, no place that is uniquely hers–a refuge during the turbulent years of adolescence. Also consider that the bathroom, if functional at all, is disgusting. Mom and Dad may control her access and usage of the facilities. Likely, if she is using them, there is still no privacy; Mom may barge in at any moment.

As a result, she has no friends over to the house. How could she? If she were allowed, which she isn’t, she would be mortified to let the kids at school know how she lived. Often, she will have mastered the fine art of dodging the truth, telling half-truths and becoming a split-personality. She never tells her friends how she really lives, feels, or dreams. Those truths are not safe; she learned this long ago.

Seek Training, Do Better

When you get the opportunity to hear a speaker on the issue of hoarding, please take it. Ask questions. Real questions, even the ones that are embarrassing to ask. The only dumb question is the one that remains unasked. And if you don’t have the opportunity to do this, find a way. Contact the Children of Hoarders’ website and find out if there is someone local who would speak to you in person, and if not, by phone. I personally have no issue talking about all the nitty-gritty, dirty, shameful, and embarrassing stuff. I am happy to do presentations for CEUs. But I’m not the only one who does this.

Please be aware that this is not a new issue. But awareness is still very new. Think of the child of an alcoholic back in the 1960s. They were terrified to talk about the family secret. They longed to be heard, acknowledged, and encouraged. We, as children of hoarders, are much the same.

Thank you for letting me share this with you.
Ceci Garrett

Not Your Average Drama Queen

Not Your Average Drama Queen

Last night I had a short conversation with another adult child who was having a rough evening. The need to express herself was not out of the ordinary, but she needed someone who could listen, validate her right to have the feelings she was having, and encouraging her to work through them instead of reacting badly. Sigh, I only wish that when I was her age I’d had the same opportunity to connect with someone else who had been there and knew the secret world I was continuing to cut ties to!

This morning, I continued to ponder my past and what I’ve come through, where I’ve come from, and what I still need to work on. I was thinking about the Laundry List of Adult Children of Alcoholics, especially point number eight: 

We became addicted to excitement. 

I’ve read in other groups a modified version of this statement that includes fear or excitement. And it took me a while to accept that I was like this.

I’m a drama queen.

When I met my husband four and a half years ago, I owned a T-shirt with the message on the front: I DON’T DO DRAMA. How ironic it was that I wore that shirt! Why? Because when my life settled down and became normal, I had a habit of creating drama, self-sabotaging myself and my relationships. 

Do I enjoy the stress and anxiety of drama on a regular basis? Honestly, no…but if you looked at how I reacted most of the time to minor issues, you would think that I thrived on it. Okay, honestly, I probably did. But it’s only because I was used to drama, stress, crises. Growing up, a day without drama was like a day without the letter A. They were requirements for life!

Am I alone in this? Is it just me? Sadly, I think many of us come from families of dysfunction, mental illness or other addictions/compulsions where drama/crises were a normal part of daily life.

I don’t like the heart-pounding of anxiety, not knowing how someone else is going to react to any single word I say. I detest it! And yet, when I was brutally honest with myself, I found that I intentionally acted in ways that would propagate drama in my closest relationships. If I’m stripped clear of my walls and look at the deepest, rawest and real part of my heart and being, I have to admit that I was a drama queen for far too long. Sometimes, I still revert those kinds of behaviors when I’m feeling inadequate or nervous, or…. 

When life is simply going too well! 

It’s really messed up, I know. When I’m happy and life is going well, I have to open my mouth and pick a fight with someone I love. It’s like on some level I crave the adrenaline rush of not knowing how they may respond to what I’ve said. Or, perhaps it’s that the idea from childhood that I don’t have a right to a normal, happy, healthy life that spurs me to do really self-defeating things.

Alas, if you’ve met me…I may not strike you as the drama queen-type (whatever that is!). That said, I try to remain approachable and unassuming. Yet I know I sometimes come off as standoffish, but really, it’s just that I am still working through my fear of rejection. But somewhere in my past, not that long ago, I was the Queen of Drama Queens.

I will openly admit to attempting to sabotage every personal relationship I’ve had. Fortunately, my darling husband meant the “for better or worse” part of the vows. He remains calm and encourages me to talk when I get into this funk. And you know what, when I stop and talk, I realize that the drama isn’t what I want. There is an unmet, unspoken expectation I have for others that I simply need to express.

And when I find the strength to cool off and express my needs and expectations, the drama fades away. It isn’t necessary; it never really is. See that’s the thing I’ve learned: Even when things go wrong or badly, as they sometimes will, I can react calmly and have a positive result. My problem doesn’t have to be blown out of proportion or become the center of everyone’s universe for it to turn out in a way that I am happy with.

Looking back wistfully

Oh how I wish I had learned this so long ago! I think of all the stupid things I’ve done and said because I felt entitled, believed it was necessary, to make mountains out of anthills.

I may not look the part; I’m not your average drama queen, you know…at least, I’m striving not to be a drama queen anymore!

Ceci Garrett