Visit this EBAY house!

[Twitchy]

You'll be shocked.

http://www.auctions-registration.com/ebay/

when I haven't tidied my room for a few months looks better than that! And I share a room with a 4 year old! How hard is it to move a few boxes and get organsized?

wow!

[sparkygoesforth]

My garage is as bad as that, pretty much

[Fiddelysquat]

I would never be able to live like that. I don't know how her poor kid stands it. I hate small spaces. Imagine how cramped and oppressive it must be to live there! I showed this to my mom and she thinks that the woman has a psychological disorder.

[Inexistence]

Disgusting, I hate not being able to move. Strangely I like small spaces, I just feel so cosy.

[meowth1982]

She has a hording addiction. Just like animal hording, it really is a mental illness. Without help, it'll just get worse and worse This is why I don't go on Ebay unless there's something I absolutely NEED. Cause I know if I go on there I'll do the same thing... it's an addiction that's easy to catch.

[Christopher]

She has a hording addiction. Just like animal hording, it really is a mental illness. Without help, it'll just get worse and worse This is why I don't go on Ebay unless there's something I absolutely NEED. Cause I know if I go on there I'll do the same thing... it's an addiction that's easy to catch.

Calling my grandparents crazy are you? (Well you'd be right )

Thier house is similar to that without the aid of Ebay, though it's mainly books.

[Fiddelysquat]

I think this is what that woman has:

http://www.theplan.com/dmi/collier_story.htm
http://www.disposophobia.com/

DISPOSOPHOBIA: The Fear of Getting Rid of Stuff, A.K.A. Collyer, Collier Brothers Syndrome

I'd have labelled her a pack rat, but it seems she's terrified of throwing things away, like the medicine containers, the empty bird food cans, etc. Check out this story about the Collyer brothers:

On March 21, 1947, the 122nd Street police station in New York City received a call from a man claiming that there was a dead body at 2078 Fifth Street Avenue.

The police knew the house, a decaying three-story brownstone in a run-down part of Harlem, and its inhabitants, Langley and Homer Collyer, two eccentric recluses.

No one could recall having seen Homer for years. There were even rumors that his dead body was in the house. Langley was seen only when he went out on furtive sorties, usually after midnight. He earned himself the nickname of "the ghostly man." The day after the call, patrolman William Barker broke into the second-floor bedroom. What he found there took his breath away.

The room was filled from floor to ceiling with objects of every shape, size and kind. It took him several hours to cross the few feet to where the dead body of Homer lay, shrouded in an ancient check bathrobe. The autopsy revealed that Homer had not eaten for several days and had died of a heart attack. There was no sign of Langley, and the authorities immediately began to search for him. It took 3 weeks to shift through the estimated 136 tons of junk with which the house was filled. The bizarre collection of objects included 14 grand pianos, two organs, and a clavichord; human medical specimens preserved in a glass jars; the chassis of a Model-T Ford; a library of thousands of medical and engineering books; an armory of weapons; the top of a carriage; 6 U.S. flags and one Union Jack; a primitive X-Ray machine; and 34 bank deposit books with the balance totaling $3,007.18.

Gradually the story of the Hermits of Harlem unfolded, and the presence of some of the contents of the house began to be explained. Homer Lusk Collyer and Langley Collyer were born in 1881 and 1885 respectively. Their father, Dr. Herman L. Collyer, was an eminent gynecologist and their mother, Susie Gage Frost Collyer, a well-born lady noted for her musical abilities. The family set up home at 2078 Fifth Avenue in then-fashionable Harlem. But around 1909 Herman left. When he died in 1923, all the furniture, medical equipment, and books that he had collected over the years were taken back to Fifth Avenue and crammed into his wife's house. Langley had been trained as an engineer; Homer became a lawyer. Both were eccentric in innocuous ways - increasingly so when left to fend for themselves after their mother's death in 1929. Langley apparently never had a job, but was always tinkering with inventions, such as one for vacuuming the insides of pianos, and attempting to make the Model-T engine run via electricity. In the 1930's Homer became blind, crippled with rheumatism, and progressively paralyzed. Langley devoted the rest of his life to caring for him.

Distrustful of doctors, but with access to his father's extensive medical library, Langley devised odd "cures" for his brother's illness, subjecting him to regimes as a diet of 100 oranges a week, black bread, and peanut butter. The house was already cluttered with the content of two large homes, but Langley stuffed it with yet more objects picked up on his nightly excursions. After all windows were boarded up, and the gas, electricity, and water cut off, one small oil stove served all their cooking and heating needs; Langley collected water from a standpipe four blocks away. On more that one occasion thieves tried to break in to steal the fortune that was rumored to be kept in the house. Langley responded by building booby traps, intricate systems of trip wires and ropes that would bring tons of rubbish crashing down on any unwary burglar.

A honeycomb network of tunnels carved out in the mountains of junk enabled Langley to grope his way to where Homer sat. As the world's newspapers revealed the secrets of 2078 Fifth Avenue, there was a final, grisly twist. On April 8, Artie Matthews, one of the workmen commissioned to clear the place, raised a pile of newspapers, tin boxes and other debris near a spot where Homer has been found.

His horrified gaze fell first on a foot, then the remains of a body. It had been gnawed by rats, but there was no doubt that it was Langley Collyer. Langley had died some time before his brother, suffocated under the garbage that had cascaded down upon him when, he had sprung one of his own burglar traps.

Homer's death was now easily explained. Blind and paralyzed, and totally dependent on Langley, he had died of starvation and shock. The house was gradually emptied and its more valuable contents sold at auction. But despite the Collyer brothers lifelong hoarding, the 150 items raised only $1,800. The house too has now gone.

Condemned as a health and fire hazard, number 2078 Fifth Avenue was razed to the ground.

[Bangel]

That's the most horrible thing I've ever read.

[Fiddelysquat]

That's the most horrible thing I've ever read.

Even more horrible is that the more I think about it, the more I suspect that this woman is a shopaholic AND a disposophobic. What a terrible combination.

[VeraX]

That reminds me of my grandma.

We cleaned out her house, took 3 gooseneck horse trailer loads full of garbage out of her house. Garbage. Not glass paperweights or salt shakers. Garbage as in T.V. dinner trays. Whenever she would have a TV dinner, she would wash out the tray, and put it in a bag. We had about 10 bags of them.

Ah.. the girl should sell some of the stuff. Her mom probably wouldn't miss 3 or 4 missing boxes out of the girls bedroom.

[Fiddelysquat]

That reminds me of my grandma.

We cleaned out her house, took 3 gooseneck horse trailer loads full of garbage out of her house. Garbage. Not glass paperweights or salt shakers. Garbage as in T.V. dinner trays. Whenever she would have a TV dinner, she would wash out the tray, and put it in a bag. We had about 10 bags of them.

Ah.. the girl should sell some of the stuff. Her mom probably wouldn't miss 3 or 4 missing boxes out of the girls bedroom.

That's like saying someone with severe OCD won't notice if you tilt one of their paintings. She probably knows every single bloody box in the house.

[DiscordantNote]

I can't help but think of Weird Al's Ebay song....

You're not the only one.

[(*Dranzer*)]

If she passes on, the son will be veeeeery rich.

But that won't happen for some time, so yeah.

That article was real frightening. It reminds me of the circus where they balance a seal on a grand piano, a couple of books, all on one small orange ball.

[Ski]

All she needs is that computer to be tossed. Right out the window. If they can find one. Then, I'd sell it all.

She probably knows every single bloody box in the house.

I seriously doubt that. I don't think anyone could memorize all that, no matter how crazy one is.

[AFI_Sorrow]

I'd have labelled her a pack rat, but it seems she's terrified of throwing things away, like the medicine containers, the empty bird food cans, etc.

I remember a few years back I saw something about a mom who couldn't throw anything away on the news. Empty pizza boxes, old garbage, diapers. It was really crazy, yet also really depressing.

But wow, and I thought my friend's parents were e-bay obsessed. Psssh, not compared to this house...