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Input: I'm 19F and live with mom who is widowed at 54. I like to have everything in a particular place: laptop on the table, pens on the right of that, paper on the left, etc. I hoard things that hold sentimental value that I can't find myself letting go of too.

I introduced mom to the KonMari method of cleaning and living lifestyle and she's been thrilled to try it out. It's been really good to her and the house has already felt more comfortable and joyful :) Told her I want to do my own room and things on my own time. Haven't done so yet b/c of school and work, you know how it goes.

Got home from a late shift tonight and walked into my room with all of my clothes piled onto the bed and things gathered into one area (per the KonMari method) and mom going through everything to put into "sparks joy" or "doesn't spark joy" piles.

I ask mom why she's going through my room and look around for important things I don't want to lose. Can't find them, start panicking, and ask more aggressively and angrily. I got very upset and said things like "what the fuck is wrong with you", "get the hell out", saying/interrupting her saying "fuck you" every time she tried to explain herself, slammed the door when she left, and said that she had no right to go through my things. The only thing she could fully ask was to have me stop swearing at her. She was calm the entire time and left without questioning it.

I've never cussed at my mom before. I never say the lesser words like "damn" or "shit" with her. I hardly say "crap" because I know she doesn't like it. As soon as she left and I could recompose myself I sat down and cried. I don't know why I did that, and I don't know why I reacted that way. I may be overthinking it, but maybe I need to get diagnosed for OCD since I realize get extremely uncomfortable when anything of mine is out of place or touched by someone else.

I feel like I'm rightfully angry to be mad since she went through my things even though I explicitly told her I'd organize it myself, but I feel awful that I had such an outburst and I don't know where it stemmed from. I don't know where to go from here.

cussing out my mom for going through my things