This is true, these folks are called "sentimental hoarders." My mom is a sentimental hoarder.
Ask your county or city's Medical Director to show you the protocols.
(I end up helping pharmacologically restrain people with some frequency to aid law enforcement. This often involves "almost" killing them. It's not a light-hearted thing to do, to "sedate" someone in the field when they are upset. Using force of any sort is serious business, and presents the distinct possibility of life-altering damage. Doing so to separate a hoarder from their hoard seems ill-advised except in some exceptional circumstances. But then again, I am in general opposed to initiating the use of force against others to impose my will or lifestyle upon them. YMMV. )
The photos make me nervous and anxious and make we want to go home and toss everything not vital!
I don't have a family history of that sort by any means.
I think my urge for simplicity came from my summer of living in a army tent on a wood platform in the wilds of W. VA. in '84. 3 months with 2 jeans, 3 shirts, hiking shoes, tennis shoes, 1 skirt, 1 dress shirt, 1 pair of sandals, 1 notebook, 1 small bible, 2 pens. I collected memories but not stuff.