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prada black leather bag mess and clutter thats taken over my home is due compulsive hoarding, a condition I suffer from.To the outside world I appear completely normal. I work in a salon in Exeter as a hairdresser, and live in a cute three bedroom, three storey cottage with my fiancm, Ally Sawyer, 26, who I've been with for six years.But behind closed doors, my secret compulsion to hoard old, useless, and sometimes bizarre items has a grip on my life.From an early age I've been unable to chuck anything away or get rid of stuff I no longer need.My unusual habit started at the age of five when I began collecting squares of tissue from friends houses and storing them in a box in my room.I also collected toy trolls, Barbies, and ornaments.But hoarding really took hold when I left school aged 16, to work in a solicitors office.Still living at home with my mum, Sam, 55, and my step dad, I had nothing to spend my 16,000 salary on except for clothes, shoes and handbags.Every single day I would dash to the high street on my lunch hour to blow some of my wages.If I couldn't get to a shop, Id order online instead.I discovered an unstoppable compulsion to buy things and felt moody and depressed if a day went by without spending.As my bedroom started to fill up with piles and piles of clothes many unworn with tags still attached mum hit the roof.You need to tidy this messy room, she'd order.It sounds odd but I just couldnt. The thought of chucking away my old junk filled me with terror.Things took a turn for the worst when I was old enough to apply for credit and store cards. Before long I was racking up debts on clothes and beauty products that I wouldnt use.I'd buy a new pair of flip flops when I already owned at least twenty unworn pairs. I'd dump them in my bedroom and theyd get lost below years worth of other old or unworn shoes.My boyfriend, Ally, a regional sales manager who I met at the age of 20, used to joke about my messiness.When we started going out, I'd hide my piles of rubbish in my wardrobe or shove it in a corner of my room so it didn't look as bad.But after a few months, Ally twigged that my behaviour was odd.Even my duvet was completely covered in clutter. Until Ally started staying over, I didn't