Houseproudness and tidiness

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Are you a clean freak or a slob?

I think there is a general preconception that all autistics are tidy at home due to their obsession for order and arrangement. However, I am ASD and my NT wife who is houseproud is consistenly irate about my slobbish ways. Due to my nuance impairment, often I have difficulty differentiating between disposable items and non disposable items which means i end up keeping everything?

Does anyone else have this problem?

Im pretty much a slob until I see the house as a mess so atrocious then I say its time to clean and make it neat I have my short periods of being a neat freak though!

Messy but only up to a point. There's no in-between option?

I voted slob. I'm not very organized, but I do know where everything is and it drives people nuts lol.

I guess this sums it up. Usually there is a certian point where I think "okay, time to clean up", then I clean the entire room and am satisfied in the end only to let the cycle restart. But I'm fine with it. My occasional chaos is also a form of structure, I can find everything.

I'm a terrible slob. Clothes and books seem to be my worst problem. I've tried everything -- folders, file cabinets, bins, drawers, racks. Nothing helps. The piles just get higher and higher. I'm a bit of a packrat, although not quite to the hoarding stage.

I get in the mood to clean once in a blue moon, usually at night, and I'll stay up late cleaning everything in sight. It will look really nice, but within a couple of days it's started converting back to how it was. I haven't pinpointed it yet -- might be an ASpie thing -- but I seem to have this need to SEE my belongings. I don't put things in drawers or closets but in piles around the room.

It's not that I WANT it to be messy. It's like mess follows me around. I can be in a clean room for 10 minutes and in that length of time, I've built what my mother calls a "nest" around me, of shoes, papers, dishes and clothing. She also says I leave a "trail" wherever I go. I have no idea how or why this happens so quickly.

Yep, this sounds like me. There's a sense of order to my messes. I try to clean up once a week so things don't get out of hand.

I am definitely a slob. My room hasn't been fully cleaned and tidy since I moved in. It's been vacuumed and even steam cleaned but I simply crammed all my stuff onto shelving or into containers which I took out of the room. I will be moving in a couple of weeks so I'm going to use packing as an excuse to clean everything.

My wife and I are both aspies and our house is a pile of rotten crap. We clean it up in a big spaz panic when it gets too horrid. Thing is, I HATE touching all the slimy things that need to be cleaned up. But once there is nowhere left on the floor to put things or the kitchen counter is abjectly innoculated with large, granular decomposing food bits and dishes, we just look at each other and know we HAVE to do it. And we get angry, and cranky, shoving each other out of the way and making accusations as we clean, and when it's done we smile and hug and feel good about being grown-ups with a clean house for the moment. It's all quite silly, really.

My room: I'm a complete slob.

The rest of the house: If I see one speck of dust, I freak out.

I try to maintain very good order, but if a few things are out of order I just completely give up.

I cannot stand a mess and I like to keep my house neat and clean, but when I get depressed I just can't do anything because I don't see the point in doing anything at all, so it gets very messy. This just makes the depression worse. The first thing I have to do when I'm trying to get out of a depression is make myself clean the house. I feel so much better once I've just done that. Messes drive me crazy.

I like having things generally clean and organized even if nobody sees it, i can't find peace when my room is really messy, it makes me feel bad x_x My mom is even worse though :o And i always feel better after cleaning up or coming home to a clean room!

a slob, although it is an 'organized chaos'. i keep everything on piles, but everything has a dedicated pile.
i got a pile for dirty laundry, one for clean laundry, one for laundry that i could wear again, if i run out of clean, a pile for junk papaers, one for important papers, one for paper i'm currently using, a dumpbox for all electrinics (old chargers, unused laptop batteries, assorted connector cables...), a drawer for pens and pencils, a pile of bags, a pile of shoes...

the only real slobby thing is that i rarely vacuum or clean.
i find the vacuumcleaner to make a very painful noise (all vacuums do that, so buying another isn't an option), and cleaning itself is just boring; i got better things to do.
best i do is bring the "junk/garbage" pile to the garbage every once in a while...

my house is a mess.
every available horizontal surface is completely occupied with random things.
if i have something in my hand that i have finished being interested in, i will put it on the nearest available surface that is has some vacant space on it.

i have only 2 chairs in my house. they are lounge chairs, and i have taken the legs off a kitchen table, and rested it on 4 small unused speaker enclosures that support the table at a height that is just above my knees when sitting in my lounge chair. on it i have this computer that i talk to you from, as well as my electric piano keyboard that is not working anymore

as i sit here and look at the mess that is only on my lowered kitchen table/ computer desk, i can see many wires and printed circuits, and a soldering iron, and a can opener, and a salt shaker (that is filled with sugar (so i can sprinkle sugar on my special k in the morning)).
i have 3 graphics cards and lots of papers with scribblings that i forgot what i meant by, and i can see a dymo machine and my remote controls for the fan, and the airconditioner and the 2 tv's. i also have 2 magnetrons that i have lost interest in but have not stowed elsewhere.
tammy left her diary here and it is on the table and so are various springs and coins (maybe more than $50 worth) and many usb sticks and nail cutters and
there is also the tomato sauce bottle and the barbecue sauce bottle and the worcestershire sauce bottle that i have not taken back to the kitchen.

the papers are the worst. i scribble things down very often , and then i just leave those papers on my desk (and on the other chair which is not able to be sat in at the moment (i cleaned it for when tammy was here, but it has returned to it's former state of having hundreds of pages of stuff that i wrote that are now sliding off it every time i toss a new page there.

whatever, my house is very dangerous if you do not look where you tread, because i have untethered wires everywhere over the floor. they stretch into my bedroom and into the office and everywhere from the hub of my lounge room.

when i bought this house in march last year, i threw all my unsorted things into the 3rd bedroom (heaps of electronic equipment and clothes and papers etc) so it is not easily navigable. all the ornaments and pictures that people have given me as presents over the course of my life are also just thrown randomly into that room.

i always think that one day i will classify all my belongings and sort them out, but that day never comes.

the irony is that have heaps of drawers and cupboards to store things in, but all my drawers and cupboards are empty. i just can not be bothered to relinquish what i am currently doing in order to pay attention to putting everything away.

i am seriously disorganized which may seem counter to the notion of AS, but whatever.

i have no pictures on my walls or ornaments that are properly erected on tables. my place is completely undecorated.

I am one of the clean freaks i would say!
I love to keep my house clean and tidy as much as i can...i can't relax in a dirty home..and i feel less stress when everything is in order