The people that I know personally (a close friend, a cousin and a former friend) that had extremely messy houses, also had personal problems ranging from depression, OCD (so overwhelming that he literally could not throw anything away, like on that show hoarders) and poverty. So I always assume that something is not going right/well with people who have messy houses.
I’m not one of those people who keeps my house like a model home, but I cannot stand dirt and clutter, so I keep up with the housework. My friends and relatives who had super messy homes, had specific reason for why they couldn’t keep their houses clean. It wasn’t like they just decided that they like the mess.
I tried to help each one of these people with their houses (to clean them up) to no avail. My close friend, although she wants to clean up her house, will let me help her sort and clean and then she’ll have a garage sale, but then a week later, it’s back to the way it was. I finally gave up.
My cousin and my aunt (who live together in almost total squalor) both suffer from depression and my cousin is handicapped (needs a wheelchair) and my aunt has agorophobia and won’t leave her home voluntarily. They’ve had to move a few times and instead of getting rid of stuff or boxing up and organizing their stuff, they (and other relatives at the last minute) ended up literally throwing their stuff into the moving van and then throwing it back onto the floor of their new dwelling. There has never been a time in my 40 odd years of knowing them, that they’ve had a clean house.
My former friend, who suffered from depression and OCD, didn’t even let me into his aparment until I had known him for about 3 years. This was long before the days of the TV show “Hoarders” so I had never heard of such a thing. I finally called him on it, why he wouldn’t let me into his house. I was actually afraid that maybe there was a dead body in there. He finally let me in, so I wouldn’t think he was a murderer or something. My jaw hit the floor when I saw his apartment. He wouldn’t let me or anyone else even attempt to help him organize his stuff (even though that is what I am very good at). After about 10 years of knowing him, he had to move out of the cluttered apartment and into another place, because you literally could not walk in the door. But he kept paying rent on the first place while he was paying rent on the second place. He was practically destitute because of this. One night, the first apartment caught on fire. There was a lot of damage from the fire and the water from the firefighting effort, his roof was wide open. He called me up late that night and asked me to come down to the burned out apartment (with no roof, and it was drizzling) to sit guard. I had to walk away from him at that point. He was totally OK with me sitting in his dark, burned out apartment, which at that point had no electricity, with a hole in the roof while it was raining, rather than to just call the whole thing a loss and let me help him shovel it all into the trash. He was mad at me because I wouldn’t sit in that place over night to protect his stuff.
Because of these three, dis-similar cases of dirty houses, I have come to the conclusion that there is usually something unfortunate going on with people that have messy, dirty houses. I’ve never met anyone who lived in a dirty house, who said they enjoyed it, or didn’t care, there was always some underlying problem that prevented them from cleaning it, or keeping it clean. It hurts my heart to see it and I wonder what is going on with them.