When I was a teenager I kept my room as neat as possible and everything in it perfectly organized on shelves, dressers, and on my bed. And if someone (my brother) came in and messed anything up it would give me anxiety, like someone with OCD. I've never been diagnosed with OCD but it was pretty bad during my late teens to late twenties. Maybe that's because I couldn't have cared less about the rest of the house which in my eyes was not mine, not even where I lived. My mother and I were always arguing and fighting about my doing chores around the rest of the house, especially now that my brother had moved out and my parents were at work all day and expected to come home to a clean house with a meal I'd cooked for us. When I was 21 I was sent to live in a group home for the first time and suddenly not only did I have no real privacy and had to live with 10 other people who mostly suffered from chronic schizophrenia but we always had tons of chores to do every day and there were long lists of chore schedules with every last detail on how to do them properly. I could not for the life of me understand why I had to dust and vacuum a room that was hardly ever used every single day. And there were the night lunch dishes, where you had to wash all the dishes used between supper and bedtime and the sinks would be full of dirty coffee cups. And the kitchen floor cleaning which you had to do at night. You could be tired and just want to go to bed or relax but instead you had to drag all the dining chairs out of the kitchen. Then you had to sweep and mop the kitchen floor. Then you had to wait for it to dry, and THEN put the chairs all back. And you had to do this EVERY night for a least a week until was someone else's turn. I remember being expected to do chores daily even if I were sick (I would get bad colds every other month during my stay at the home) unless I were almost dead. You had to get up early every morning or you would be threatened into doing MORE chores that the staff normally did that were really difficult or unpleasant, like cleaning up cigarette butts dropped everywhere outside (most of the other residents were heavy smokers and were actually encouraged to smoke to calm their schizophrenia) or clean up the bird droppings. I was in a near-constant state of rage from having to do all these chores although it's understandable that a home with 10 residents and at least two staff members needed a lot of care. However, almost a year later I had become used to all the housework and did chores with little or no trouble. Then I moved into a smaller home with only two other residents, but my troubles didn't end. But that's a whole other story. Today I have a large apartment that isn't easy to keep clean all by myself, but I often feel embarrassed when I think about the staff at the group home and what they would think. I don't usually wash my dishes until they pile up or vacuum until the carpet is visibly dirty. I seldom dust and only sweep the floor once in a while. Once a week I do my laundry but I don't usually put it away right afterwards, I just grab what clothes I need, take them to my room and dress. Once a week I empty my cat's litter box but don't usually dig out the little "treasures" they deposit before then and once in a while I clean the bathroom sink, tub and toilet. I hate mopping because most of my floors are hardwood and I've tried a million things to clean them without leaving streaks or a film and nothing works, not even what my mom uses that keeps her own floors perfect.
While my apartment isn't really that filthy, it's embarrassing when people come over and I still have a pile of dirty dishes or drips of tea on the counter top or empty rolls of toilet paper stacked next to the toilet because I'm too lazy to just put them in the recycling. I often have papers and pens on the floor from drawing or lint and felt scraps from crafting and my two cats line everything with cat hair while I'll sometimes clean up with the lint roller or vacuum. Around this time last year my mother came over and then had some cleaning ladies come over to clean everything up. I wonder if she'll do it again this year? I'm sorry if this is so long but it feels good to get all those feelings out. 