Typical that the writer has a wife to help him through this. I’m in a two-ADHD marriage where my partner also has a hoarding problem, and I am so confused with the mess I can do little about it except cry or give in to my own distractions. We are in our 60s and live in a leaky old house which is a chronic shitheap with his tools and old electronics. If someone else has been through this, please help! Depression is a constant.