It's hard to explain and maybe I never will be able to...but I "sold my soul to the devil" so to speak, for so many years. I put up with so much, kept quiet and even allowed my family to suffer, because of "stuff"...not the things that really mattered, even my own special things, but stuff like second-hand clothes and cast-off furniture.
If this gift is from someone in my church or from someone here on FR (which wouldn't surprise me in the least, people are amazingly kind and generous here), then there isn't a more grateful person on this earth.
But if it's from my parents, I don't want them sitting around patting themselves on the back for how good they are to me. They treated me like crap. They told me to get out, I didn't leave on my own. They moved away and left me, I didn't move away and leave them. They took my most valuable belongings that I had given to them for safe-keeping, not to mention my cedar chest contents, and I doubt I'll ever see them again. If these appliances are from them, they likely think of it as quite the gift, quite the "reaching out". It's a worthless gesture to me.
I tell you, someone from this Hobbit Hole or from my church could give me a WASH BOARD and I'd be more grateful.