A
conversation I had with a friend earlier sparked an intriguing blog idea. We were discussing some lovely Queen Anne
dining room chairs that had been set out by the curb the previous night with a
“free” sign on them. This got us to
talking about how there are those who hoard, those who hold onto nothing and
those who fall somewhere in between.
Which are you and what does that say about you?
Let’s
take a closer look at this. Why is it
that some folks hoard, seeming to need
to be surrounded by any and everything they can get their hands on or have ever
possessed? Why is it they can’t bear the
thought of parting with their “treasures?”
According to Dr.
David Tolin, director of the Anxiety Disorders Center at the Institute of
Living at Hartford Hospital, some people hoard because of perfectionism.
"They don't necessarily color-code their closets, but they have that
perfectionistic streak that bites them when it gets too bad," he says.
"They have the mentality that, 'If I can't make this decision perfectly, I
won't do it at all.' And that's where the hoarding comes in. They become so
frightened that they will make a mistake, that they become paralyzed and just
allow the clutter to build up."
Other people
hoard because they are afraid that they will accidentally throw away something
that is useful. "People with hoarding problems will often think of all
kinds of ways that they could use something, or they think of people that might
want that object, so they keep it," Dr. Tolin says. "The irony,
however, is that in most cases, they never actually use the object in the way
they thought of. They don't actually give the object to the person they thought
of. So these reasons for keeping things don't turn out to be good reasons after
all."
Still other
people save things because they feel a sense of emotional attachment to the
objects in their home. "All of us get attached to things some of the
time," Dr. Tolin says. "We have things that remind us of people we
love, or they remind us of happy times. But for people with hoarding problems,
the attachment to objects becomes very intense—sometimes more intense than the
attachment to actual people. And instead of feeling attached to one thing, like
a scrapbook or a favorite sweater, they can become attached to hundreds, even
thousands, of things. Some people have told me that all of the things in their
homes feel like their friends or family members, so they can't bear to throw
them out."
What about those
who can’t stand to hold onto anything? They’re what are defined as possession
purgers. These individuals tend to
believe that to surround one’s self with excessive “baggage,” meaning trinkets,
belongings and even emotional thoughts is to bog one’s self down, interfering
with one’s quest for a more spiritual existence where the individual is more in
tune with their inner Self than with mere possessions, which come and go but
ultimately have no bearing on that individual.
Then there are
those who fall between hoarders and possession purgers. These folks routinely do “spring cleaning,”
shedding unwanted items while holding onto those they consider more
meaningful. Could be that the meaning
stems from emotional ties to the item itself, who it came from or that it
commemorates a specific time or place in the person’s past that they hold
dear. Whatever the reason, these midline
individuals have it within them to identify those things they need to hold onto
from those that are no longer of use.
This brings me
back to the Queen Anne chairs my friend and I saw placed out by the curb with
the “free” sign on them. This friend and
I are both mid-liners. Above that, we
believe strongly that whenever possible, it’s better to make unwanted items
available to others rather than overflowing landfills with them—one man’s trash
is another’s treasure…. Guess you could
say we take recycling seriously. As we
drove by the house where the chairs had been earlier, the curb was now empty. Smiling, I expressed how happy that made me,
because someone had taken the unwanted chairs and would get good use out of
them. My friend smiled, agreeing.
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