I got ahold of the professional organizer. She apologized for not being better at communicating, and informed me that she hadmt abandoned ship, and thanked me for being persistent.
It was not my weird text messages, yay. I was worried I sounded a bit controlling.
She seems to think our house will be easier to clean than most hoarder houses because ours is actually livable, compared to others she’s worked with. She’s impressed that we have walk ways, at least access to the kitchen (I was like, “You can thank my little bro for that, truly dedicated lil dude” because previously there was no kitchen access whatsoever), access to toilets and showers (that statement made me worried about her other clients), and only one type of biohazard (???)(one is too many???). Anyway, she has a lot of hope. She promised my mom will get after and during therapy.
So I told my mom she should call Susan (the professional organizer), and my mom started mumbling that whatever Susan said doesn’t matter and when I ignored that to tell her that Susan is expecting a call from her on Sunday afternoon, my mom literally whined “okay” like a little kid being forced to apologize to a kid he kicked...?
So, that’s promising.... I’m not going to let her quit unless she gets firm about wanting to live in a “hopeful” wreck. But then I’ll probably threaten to bring my grandmother into this. Not because I’m controlling (let me know if this sounds controlling though) but because this is ridiculous.
But I am going to make some pretty dang clear boundaries here that I will move out while it’s like this (actually, I think I will move out anyway, I need my own space), and she must agree to the therapy or else I will not help nor pay for it. I probably won’t word it as “therapy,” though. I’m assuming talking about the cause and why it got like this and how to prevent it from getting worse must have a less scary-to-her name.
