I think my boyfriend has a complusive disorder. He collects old cars and car parts and manuals and commersials and gearboxes and engines and so on.
We live in a medium size house, and the ground floor, in which the guestroom is located, is so stuffed by manuals and spare parts that nobody can use the guestroom any more.
The entrace to the bathroom intended for guests is blocked by boxes containing car magazines and spare parts. In the garden and under the terrace is located a number of by now more or less corroded to death engines. The terrace is the main spot for roof racks, the garage can not be used by my car, 'cause it's been occupied by a car "under reconstruction" for the last 6 years. Nothing's happend to it for the last 5 years.
He's collected a little more than 100 (one hundred) cars who all need more or less heavy work to be drivable, and he keeps on bying more and more :-(
The stairs inside the house has grown over, the "workshop" on ground level is stuffed uptil the roof. It's not possible to get in there.
He denies any possible help, and I don't know for how long I'm able to stand this.