This may not seem like a huge issue to many but I have horrible ocd and I am so frustrated and am due for a mental breakdown any second now. Long story short our kitchen floors were sinking due to flooding damage. In order to fix the floors we had to gut the kitchen. After doing so my dad decided to paint the whole house as well as replace all the carpet with hardwood floor, which is all installed and done. However our kitchen is still missing cabinet doors, which shows the mess in the cabinets, and we have no countertops. As of right now we are using wood as our countertops which are rough so you can’t wipe them down to clean them. All over the living room and kitchen are piles of tools and junk that no one cares to organize or put away. When I do organize or try to clean up a little my family looks at me like somethings wrong or gets mad because I “have a problem with throwing things away.” However my stepmom is a hoarder and literally keeps her dead parents mail. Not mail they sent to her, just their mail that was sent to them. So basically I can’t clean out there or they will get mad or think something is wrong with me or that I’m mad. My room is down the hallway so I tend to stay in there and come out for dinner or to use our bathroom. I keep the hallway clean as well as our bathroom and the laundry room that is down the hallway as well. People tend to leave clothes in the hallway or throw them in front of the washer to where you can’t even walk in because the room is so small. Everyone will trash the laundry room in a day and even the bathroom and I’m just so tired of living in a mess! It’s really messing with me and my ocd is getting worse. My stepmom will leave post of rotting food on the counters for a week and I will be the one to take it out and wash them. How do I bring this up in a nice way because at this point I’m ready to snap? Is me saying they need to start cleaning more often rude? I feel like I do a lot and as much as I can when I’m not at work but everyone shits on it and destroys it a day after. I don’t know what to do at this point but I don’t even want to go home to deal with this issue or any of the other issues going on with my dad and I. I just feel like I literally can’t and don’t want to live there anymore.