laseywerecat wrote:
I am an impulsive liar. Oddly, though, I can not lie about "real" things - like if someone asks my opinion on something or if I get extra change at a store, etc. But all my life I have struggled with this weird urge to tell "stories" that are obviously false and I realize they make me look like a freak and a half. My counselor called it "fabrication."
I have struggled with it as long as I can remember - in kindergarten and first grade I talked about my cats dialing the phone and I made up this this guy named Old Man Haggard who lived in a trailer and sold trained cockroaches. In fourth grade I went through a time of faking a british accent. In middle school I gave myself made up diseases and had made up boyfriends. In high school I had this whole story about being from Canada. I told people my name was something else that wasn't my name. In junior college I told people I was related to this professor that I was not related to.
This, and depression, was the original reason I sought psychological help (which resulted in being diagnosed with Aspergers). No can yet explain to me why I tell these fabrications and can not stop. I think it may related to impulse control disorder, because I also have trichotillomania.
I struggled with this greatly when I was a child and into my teenaged years...in a very similar way to what you describe.....I was an impulsive story teller....I could not help it...stuff would pop into my head....and then come out of my mouth....this tendency certainly blend in well with all my other awkward features....since my stories were so outrageously unbelievable
Gah...I was born on an airplane that was flying across the Atlantic....
I would make up stories about news items I had seen.....it was so awful...Part of it maybe came from having such difficulty relating to others...but I am really not sure where it came from.
I gradually grew out of it..and only once in a while something will pop out of my mouth that isn't true. Often times it will not register till after it has happened...and then I will re-work it...blaming my memory for not serving me correctly...today's accidental lie was that my mom attended the Monterrey Pops concert...I don't know why I said it..in my mind there was the memory of this..I thought she said she'd attended one of those big historical concerts...I totally regret saying it...
Often times now when I am having an anecdote-based conversation, I will be self-conscious and sorta feel like I am lying...even though I am telling the truth...and then I become slightly paranoid that the person I am talking to thinks that I am lying...There is a possibility that I might register some sorta lying-body language even though I am telling the truth...I am not sure, but I think that when giving ancedotes, whoever you are talking to might think you are lying unless you make some attempt at eye contact..because the person I was talking to last night kept trying to force eye contact to accompany the stories...I painfully obliged and am now slightly plagued with vaguely scary eye contact flashbacks...
um...I tend to be pretty uncomfortable with conventional lying...I would rather say nothing at all than give a false complement...if I dislike someone, I find it very difficult to pretend to be nice to them and whatnot...
This is what i used to do and i have been trying so very hard not to do it and now i am bluntly honest. I can't seem to find a middle ground. It is so frustrating. I had a bad childhood and instead of saying things like "my brother and dad both like touching me", I would say things like "my grandmother was born in germany" I had a really good memory so i just kept on top of all the lies.