Bugster2 wrote:They are my dishes that she has used.
She doesn't usually bring them down - we have to collect them because we have run out of forks or glasses. So, we usually have to do them. If she does bring dishes down she says that she will do them but that never happens. Joe usually does them. We now understand why her house was condemned. Yes, the city red tagged it. One of her neighbors got a peek in a window and called the city on her. They came out, went inside and slapped a red tag on the door. They carted her off because she threatened to kill herself. Her brother and his wife came down from Washington, rented a dumpster, and cleaned out the trash. Some good stuff got tossed which is why she freaks out if we touch anything of hers. After they left, Joe and I came over and tore out her carpet. It was white and covered with urine and poop and it took 3 days to get the stink out our noses. The dogs and cats just continued to piss and shit on the concrete and furniture. We came over again and tossed her couch, a mattress and anything else that couldn't be saved. She should never, ever live alone. She needs someone to keep her mess under control and to take care of her when she has narcolepsy episode. I can't toss her out on the street. As miserable as I am, I just can't do it.
Oh dear! I can't imagine living like that. But, I have seen enough "Hoarders" episodes to realize this is a serious problem. I have no solution, other than perhaps as far as the dishes go, can you just make disposable ones available so you don't runout? That is, of course, only a bandaid solution. Good luck.