Comments by "Widdekuu91" (@Widdekuu91) on "'Cleanfluencer' Auri Katariina discusses going viral cleaning some of the world's dirtiest homes" video.

  1. The interview or the help that Auri provides?
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  2.  @tigertbalm  My situation was not as bad, but I was hoarding (clean) items and wouldn't let anybody in my house. People thought I was just very private and most of them stopped asking eventually. I went to therapy and then started cleaning the house, bit by bit. It had taken 5 years of buying things and it was difficult to throw it to the thriftshop, I wanted everything to have a good home and not many people were interested in the items, thinking there was something wrong with them (because why otherwise did I want to get rid of them?) After a while, two people from the neighbourhood came to ask for marbles and paper and I got my craftingboxes out and handed them the paper. I asked them not to walk in after me and wait by the door, while I got more of the craftingmaterials. They immediately followed me into the house and started commenting on it. They said it was a stockroom, not a house and that it was full. I said I was working on it and everything was clean and I gave them the craftingmaterials and asked them to leave. Later that evening, they spoke about it in the neighbourhood-meeting, informing all the men and women that 'it was horrible, like a stockroom with boxes' and that I had them 'stacked up to the ceiling' (by which they refered to one bookcabinet, that I had stacked some boxes onto, so yes, technically that was up against the ceiling.) One of the men asked how bad it really was, right after I walked in for the meeting. I heard the woman answer; 'It was horrible, I got stuck in the boxes. I shouted for help, I was stuck! I couldn't get out! I was absolutely stuck." I dropped my voice to an icecold level and said; 'Oh, I don't think you've even touched one box Samantha...were you stuck to the floor by any chance? There is a 2-meter-width walkingpath in the house with no boxes on it, so that I can dance through my house. And yet you were stuck, you say?' The rest of the neighbourhood started telling me that I "just had to get everything and pick it up and throw it away" and I left. A few months later, I visited the other woman that had forced her way in and had called me a hoarder and had initially told everyone about it (not the one with the imaginative I-was-stuck but the other one) and when I visited her with more craftingitems that she requested ( I know, but I needed to get rid of the items and I knew she would use them and not perhaps chuck them like a thriftshop could do) her kid opened up the door and said; 'Thankyou' and left the door open. I leaned in and said; 'I'm assuming I need to shut the door? Hello?' and I heard a voice saying; 'Yes, please do!' The kid then opened up the curtain to look at me at the front door and I saw her sitting in a massive amount of items. Her kid walked across and on boxes and it was fuller than my house had ever been. I closed the door politely and went home. I guess she was projecting when she kept on yelling how I was living in a stockroom. I have currently found a better source for my materials (crafting-club) and I have started differentiating between the value of items for me. It's gotten quite empty in the house (literally) and all that is left is difficult-items that need to be sold. I have adapted a new style of hoarding/purchasing, where I just trade massive bags of stuff and trade them on. So I take in 2 bags from an acquintance, I take 4 items out and I give away the rest, in trade of a bag of chocolate. I eat the chocolate, get rid of 2 items, trade those in for licorice, help someone with my empty boxes for storage etc.etc. I just trade and exchange everything immediately. That way, I still have my temporary 'high' from having bags of stuff in my house, but they only stay 2 days. I've had people tell me that I should stop purchasing/trading completely, but it is a coping-mechanism and therapy is quite difficult these days. I find this technique helps for me. Some people drink, use drugs, smoke or gamble. I trade bags of old stuff and give them to charity in the end. I think that is a good coping-mechanism for now. And when I said the room was very empty, I meant that. It really is empty, in a good way.
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