The equalities of squalor Dec 1, 2008 21:24:29 GMT -5 Emma likes this Quote Select PostDeselect PostLink to PostBack to Top Post by dayeanu on Dec 1, 2008 21:24:29 GMT -5 Like "mouse" and "no more squalor," I too was completely knocked for a loop at the idea that this was squalor. I was a "messie," or a "flybaby," but squalor??? My first intro was when I stumbled across the NSGCD website and discovered that I was somewhere between a 2 and a 3. Then I found Squallor Survivors. It just sounded so. . . nasty. I looked at some of the photos and was totally recoiled by the squallor - that was the only fitting word. Mine still doesn't look that bad to me. But here's the really sad part. The only difference in my home, and the ones in the photos, is that the sweater hanging over the edge of my sink is one I salvaged from my great-aunt's yard sale, those tissues are mine, those fast food bags are mine, and that spacd in the heap of junk is where I sleep. The only difference in their home and mine is that mine is familiar. Mine is. . . comfortable, my refuge, my security. (I say that because I cleaned my bedroom up once, and it was terrifying. I felt so out-in-the-open, so exposed in a neat, empty room. My brother, a neat-freak, pointed out that my mess is like a cocoon that I can hide in. Truthfully, if someone broke into my home, they might have a hard time finding me amid all the piles of mess. They certainly wouldn't be able to sneak up on me. More likely, an intruder would trip and hurt himself! I wonder if that is part of the reason I have it, and it is so hard to change?