We love to deliver training on hoarding as we learn every day from our delegates just as they hopefully learn from us. We raise awareness and love to increase knowledge on the complexities of hoarding behaviours. Understanding that as humans we are complicated and our behaviours too are complex. We train up not only professionals on the front line such as fire services, social care, voluntary sector, family friends, but also housing amongst others. We also train counsellors and mental health providers.
The feedback we receive is often very revealing, heartfelt and encouraging. For some there is a recognition that things could be done differently, and that we need to look at things differently. words could be kinder and actions more proportionate and less intrusive.
This is a poem was written by a trainee counsellor who attended training delivered by Julieanne Steel, our London team member. He sums up his understanding of hoarding so well.
Poem about Hoarding
No one understands my plight
I love everything I own
Wall to ceiling I fill the space
To feel safe within my home
Newspapers, clothes and food shopping
possessions mean the world to me
I am judged by those with no understanding
A hoarder is all they will ever see
You don’t know my history
Of what I have lived through
I share my home with shame and guilt
You have no idea, do you!?!
I have relationships with all of my belongings
Each items comfort and support
Yet I see fingers pointing and judging eyes
You don’t know the battles I have fought
You think I’m dirty and disgusting
Rubbish and junk that’s all you see
I would be exposed and vulnerable
If you took my possessions away from me
Please show a little kindness
I haven’t been outside in years
I’ve built this fortress for my protection
To allay me from all my fears
So many things I have sacrificed
To calm the voices in my head
From friendships, love and family
To bathing and sleeping in my bed
They want to repossess my home
Labelled a hoarder I have no voice
I am being forced to bin all of my possessions
How am I expected to make that choice
Please don’t come in all guns blazing
Tread softly making your way to me
I am already loaded with embarrassment and shame
I need unconditional love and empathy
Please show me a little compassion
Hoarding feels like it’s now a crime
I need your support and patience
For me to heal will take some time
Simon Drake