aggie
I am so sorry to hear that you have packed tour hobby away. I am terribly upset that those people actually made you feel shame for having around you the necessary items that go with an artistic hobby. I have been attacked in the same way.
Since being disabled I too have craft hobbies. My daughters decided to visit when I had some of my hobby materials out and immediately decided that I was on the cusp of hoarding things. Bits of fabric, which have so many uses, for quilting, for example, to them looked like off cuts of rubbish so they were annoyed when I said I needed them.
After they left I looked on the internet for storage ideas and for what actually constituted hoarding. I knew I wasn't a hoarder because of my frequent trips to the tip!
I found a very useful definition, which I put on the wall above my craft things:
Mess = Untidiness of items not in the right place because a) out being used b) awaiting organisation
Clutter = Things which do not add value to your life.
The lady giving advice about how to de-clutter said there is one golden rule:
Do not decide for other people about their stuff. You will only hurt them. be patient and respectful.
I could have kissed her! My children's attitude that day cut deep into my heart. I had given them a home and everything they had for a happy life in extremely difficult conditions because their father was cruel and mean and selfish. He was a covert narcissist of the cruelest kind.
That day, by judging me and not bothering to see exactly what I had been through at the hands of this builder, who had not even built the wheelchair ramp but taken nearly twice the estimate by threatening me, and by deciding that because I had boxes of things I must be hoarding, when in those boxes were the plates they had eaten from, still packed away from the building work because there were no cupboards and because the floors all had to be taken up.... By jumping to conclusions and deciding I must be something they had just learned about from TV, actually they drove a huge rift us. I no longer trust them. I know they are out of touch with me. I know they have no idea about my life, about my disabilities of how much pain I am in. They do not want to have any kind of understanding that their lives were as they had them because of what I did for them but prefer to think that their daddy was wonderful and he would be be much better to have around. It is so unbearable that I now avoid them.
On the info I looked up, the lady also gave some advice about how to get rid of things by deciding if they added value to your life. She said we could decide on the following points;
Love - do I love it?
Use - do I use it?
Space - Is there space for it?
Lifestyle - Does it fit my lifestyle? (It might have done once, but now is out of use, even though you have got used to thinking of it as being there.)
aggie, it saounds to me as though the card making was an essential part of your identity and a very rewarding creative hobby in which you could become immersed and express yourself. I think it would be wonderful if you could resume doing it. Could you not find a part of the room for your work table and storage boxes and equipment on shelves? Ant "looking askance" at art work in progress, to me, shows nothing but ignorance. It reminds me of my mother, when I was revising for A level, saying "Stop idling around there with your head stuck in a book and get up and do something useful."
GuestCorrectly There could be reasons why your relative has become unable to sort out the house. But unless he completely trusts you and feels you support him and respect him, you cannot help him.
I am a bit worried about the mice and would suggest you get one of the deterrent machines that you plug in.