I am 77. I've never been a neat freak, but I married one 55 years, ago. This dementia doesn't help our marriage or my "messy ways"! I have a library of sorts in my own room. Books, writing, research have been my life. No longer of course. But I HAD binders & cabinets filed to perfection! Now I remove pages, refile pages, NEVER throw a paper away! NOW I have a stack of papers, on the floor that reaches to my knees! I want them back where they belong! But I can't get it done! And I pity the poor person that would mess with my mess! I cry, I try to remedy the problem & there may be 30 minutes a month that I CAN!!! But then I find my own self, messing up the 'joy' of my life - AGAIN! I hate who I have become!