
“I had a bedroom, but it wasn’t my bedroom.”
“It had four walls and my bed but I couldn’t go in and play. I made a pathway through to the bed but eventually everything got so piled up I couldn’t lie down.”
Sarah Pinheiro’s earliest memories aren’t of an event or a moment but of things.
Of clutter.
Of piles of furniture and clothing. Of reams of junk, boxes. Animal faeces. Newspapers, catalogues, rubbish.
Of rats and mice and cockroaches.
Her home.
Now aged 31 she has spoken to The Age about what it was like to grow up as the child of a hoarder in Victoria alongside 52 guinea pigs, three cats, chickens, rabbits, dogs, mice and rats.
“When I lived there you couldn’t even see the back wall,” she said.
She explained that to have a shower she had to climb out over the rubbish to get to the bathroom, and that eventually, as her mother’s problem got worse, the ensuite was the only room in the house her mother could sleep in as it had the only space.
Sarah explained that as a child she was too afraid to go near the freezer as stored there, among the frozen peas and ice cubes was Fred, her pet cockatoo. When he died her mother wrapped him in plastic and placed him in the freezer and there he lay for years.
She told The Age that her childhood was spent missing out, she couldn’t have friends over to visit, nor do ordinary things other children did. She says that her only relief was ballet, but that she was constantly scared.