answer:Years ago, I had a client who hoarded. He was elderly and disabled, so I regularly stopped by his house. The place was a mess of papers, piled from floor to ceiling and covering every surface. The man’s son affectionately called him “Miss Havisham.” At the time, I thought that the son was flippant and insensitive, and that the man needed help. I now understand that it would have been cruel and useless to try to “help” a man of age 90+, and that letting him be was an act of kindness. I’m the anti-hoarder! I routinely fill a big box with useful things, attach a “Free Stuff” sign, and put it on my sidewalk. In fact, tomorrow’s going to be a sunny, gorgeous day of a holiday weekend, so I’ve already assembled a box! I get a weird sense of elation and cleanliness when I get rid of things.