Just watched this. One partial success, one apparent failure. Janet seemed, at the end, to be grasping the idea that "the thing is not the memory" and may continue to improve. Christina seemed to be resisting dealing with the mess. She just sat in front of the coffee table and sorted tiny things. She was still blocking out the reality.
What frightened me, watching this, is that I could see aspects of Christina in myself. Not wanting to have people in my house ... well, yes, because I'm afraid my house isn't acceptable. It's not clutter that's the problem, it's the fact that when my ex-husband left me, he left me with a half-remodeled house, which I've been too poor to finish fixing up. I also feel guilty because there are household projects, like sewing curtains for the hall closets, that I've started and haven't finished. So, am I doing that? No, I'm finishing another sewing project, and sewing hand-tatted lace onto linen pillowcases. Avoiding the big tasks, focusing on something tiny, repetitive, manageable ... hmmm, seems familiar.
