Hoarding: Buried Alive {Jessica}

Jill happens to be a normal 5 years old that lives in the basement, goes to preschool, dances and sings, and is addicted to candy. It happens. A while ago, my family started to notice things were missing. We had no idea were they were, and WE certainly were not misplacing them! One day, my mom walked down stairs and Jill followed. She walked back behind the couch and into the storage room. Jill stood guarded at the door that leads to under the stairs. When my mom came back Jill got defensive. We can't even look into her "stashes" without getting yelled at. My mom looked and she had hid boxes and containers and bags full of C-R-A-P. 

We decided we had a hoarder on our hands. 

A while back, when it was really bad, my mom went down and looked through it while Jill was asleep. She found random things like: My blow drier, her RS keys, Julie's books and lip glosses, etc. 

The next morning while making breakfast, Jill stormed into the kitchen with her hands on her hips and asked demanded, where her blow drier was. "You can't have that, it's Jessica's." She replied with tears in her eyes, "Fine. I'll just ask Santa for one." She turned around and mumbled just loud enough for my mom to hear, "Santa, please bring me a blow drier." (Sometimes I think she was adopted or something.)

Anyways, it was finally time to go through this pile and my mom did it without Jill. Can you imagine what she thought about her recent storage place (behind the couch) and to later discover it was GONE? It was scary. People may have considered getting help because, "What if she has mental problems?" Ya, we thought about  that too. Guess she just needs to have something to call her own. 

Love, a kinda bothered, Jessica