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Who Would I Be If I Gave Up Lying? I am trying to sit with this and the visceral response to asking myself that question is to lose my breath.
Lying prevents the fear of death and terror of the other things as well comes up as well.
But mostly who would I be if I gave up lying? I really don't know. It takes away my breath to even think about not lying as a way of life.
I have journalled being honest and being honest again. It has been so hard.
Lying has always been a defence for me and I appreciate other members talking about how it has been a way of survival for them.
Lying was mandatory and in my family you had to agree with whatever lie/version of reality that was presented in that moment. You had to say what they wanted you to say. It was a very different reality to how I understand that children functioned in some families. It is always heartening to read that someone else struggles with the lying - I even lie when there is absolutely no need to do - reflexive self defence.
I also do it for impression management and I also do it so people don't know I have tragically missed out on a life
I was taught to lie to myself about my feelings and needs. I was all bad and completely unworthy. I had no feelings. I had no feelings to express.
I have severe reactive attachment disorder and I had to lie about all the things that have made me this way. I have had to lie at a visceral level as well - pretending to be happy and okay - even though I was being sexually assaulted and annilhated. So I don't trust my own perceptions as I was never taught how to feel feelings or how to be in my own honest reality. My thinking is so top ten distorted cognitions territory.
I had to lie at school about what was happening at home. I had to lie and speak as though I wasn't beaten, sexually abused, terrorised, tormented, hurt, abused, emotionally flayed, and so many other things as well.
Who would I be if I stopped lying? I can barely breathe even whilst thinking this statement. It would be a big unlearning. And at the moment I have a very sore throat and I am losing my voice.
Lying prevents the fear of death and terror of the other things as well comes up as well.
But mostly who would I be if I gave up lying? I really don't know. It takes away my breath to even think about not lying as a way of life.
I have journalled being honest and being honest again. It has been so hard.
Lying has always been a defence for me and I appreciate other members talking about how it has been a way of survival for them.
Lying was mandatory and in my family you had to agree with whatever lie/version of reality that was presented in that moment. You had to say what they wanted you to say. It was a very different reality to how I understand that children functioned in some families. It is always heartening to read that someone else struggles with the lying - I even lie when there is absolutely no need to do - reflexive self defence.
I also do it for impression management and I also do it so people don't know I have tragically missed out on a life
I was taught to lie to myself about my feelings and needs. I was all bad and completely unworthy. I had no feelings. I had no feelings to express.
I have severe reactive attachment disorder and I had to lie about all the things that have made me this way. I have had to lie at a visceral level as well - pretending to be happy and okay - even though I was being sexually assaulted and annilhated. So I don't trust my own perceptions as I was never taught how to feel feelings or how to be in my own honest reality. My thinking is so top ten distorted cognitions territory.
I had to lie at school about what was happening at home. I had to lie and speak as though I wasn't beaten, sexually abused, terrorised, tormented, hurt, abused, emotionally flayed, and so many other things as well.
Who would I be if I stopped lying? I can barely breathe even whilst thinking this statement. It would be a big unlearning. And at the moment I have a very sore throat and I am losing my voice.