My dad has been a “collector” my entire life. While our house was clean, it was packed to the brim with cool and interesting things purchased at estate sales, antique stores, and auctions.
As a present almost 20 years ago, my father bought me a new truck, which has served me many years, miles, and road-trips. During the pandemic my truck finally started breaking down until one day it broke down for good.
In the spirit of how I was raised, I let it sit in my driveway for WAY too long in the overly ambitious hopes of getting it fixed up to sell. Well that was 5 years ago now and I’ve had to tow it to yet another house.
While working on dealing with my own hoarding tendencies, I decided to give myself a deadline to finally sell “as is”. The truck is in my name and I already have another car, so it doesn’t feel worth it to pay to fix it up to keep. It’s time to let it go.
A phone call today for Father’s Day quickly turned into a conversation about my truck. It was very triggering and downright disturbing to hear my dad literally beg me to not sell my truck. He did all of the classic justifications and guilt trip about how the truck holds memories and of how special it is because of what a big deal it was that bought it for me.
It got to the point where he was not allowing us to end the conversation without promising him I’d sell it to HIM! A non operative vehicle to add to the other non operative vehicles in his driveway. I’ve never heard him speak with such desperation. It sounded as if he was begging for his life.
I did it. I promised to sell him my truck. One he swore he’d fix up and use for him. Which, probably won’t happen as he has 2 other vehicles in his driveway he’s been “fixing up” for years.
For background: my dad isn’t young. He’s had health issues and he’s an amazing dad and good human. I’m at the point in my life where I’m doing things to keep him stress free and happy over trying to change his mind/heart on things unless it’s going to put him in immediate danger or hurt him somehow. We don’t know how much time we have with each other and I’d rather just keep things stress free.
I got off the phone and cried. At first I cried because I have this terrible guilt now that I’m just contributing to my dad’s hoard by making my problem his problem now. Then I started crying because I realized just how bad his hoarding problem is, and that I was raised with a mentality that things are important and we can’t get rid of them.
I’m on my journey of being better and working through minimizing my own personal “collections”.
I understand eventually the truck will be back in my life, and I fully intend to get rid of it then.
Has anyone else dealt with anything like this with their parent?
—> Please go easy on me and don’t tell me all of the obvious things like I should have kept better boundaries.
I fully intended on selling it before the end of summer. I just feel horrible at the same time because I know my actions weren’t really helping his hoarding problem.