I grew up in an almost identical situation. We are still dealing with my mother's hoarding. She's moved several times over the past few years and I constantly have to make it a point to go and clean out occasionally. I too can't watch horders. On the other hand, the experience caused me to be the extreme opposite of my mother. I am an excessive cleaner. If I am at home, I am cleaning. I can't stand mess and filth. It drives my husband insane, but if things aren't in their place, my anxiety surges. I used to spend my weekends during high school at home, cleaning out a corner of junk, clearing out and organizing the pantry, etc. It has a major effect on those of us who grew up in those households that many don't think about.