This is the environment I was forced to live in. I continually asked to be allowed to clean but was told I could not because I would not know what was of value. When I did take the initiative to do so I was berated for having moved anything and reminded that I could not make a decision about what was important or not. When I had an actual "collapse to the ground sobbing" breakdown I was assured it would change and it never did. It was continually dismissed as being something she 'hated as much as me" yet I'd still end up having to climb into a bed piled with things and struggle to find a way to sleep underneath them.
I've kept this to myself for far too long.
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