I told my T that I'm afraid he will think I've made things up. Because I have lied a couple of times in the past (I used to fake migraines as a kid for example).

My T said that, if I lied, he would be respectful of that and interested in how I constructed my world. That if a butterfly landed on my leg and I screamed in pain, he would be interested to know why.

Which made me realise something. I don't know about you, but I had this idea that I was somehow unworthy of help unless I fit a certain mould. That this sort of person deserves treatment and help, but that other person doesn't.

Therapy is for people, not problems.

Whoever you are, whatever is or is not true, that person is as deserving of care and therapy and help as anyone else. So don't think: I faked these conditions, I don't deserve help. Perhaps it would be better to think: I want to talk to someone about me, whatever that may mean.

Or maybe it's fulfilling some need. I faked migraines because it meant people gave me care and attention at school that I wasn't getting at home. Recently I've come to think that maybe it wasn't so fake. As I was hurting. That maybe it was like pointing to your broken heart and being given angina pills.

I don't think anyone can judge, through a computer screen, if someone is spoiled or wrong. If the original post is upsetting anyone, it's because it may have touched on sensitive issues that affect them. That's understandable. But I think the original post has to be allowable, because it's a person with a problem they want to solve like anyone else.

Lastly, a general word of caution to anyone who thinks that, if someone says they are lying, they are actually lying. It's not always that simple. Maybe they're in denial, or their memory is playing tricks.

*******trigger warning******* (new member sorry if I did this wrong)



I told my T that I lied in my medical records and said I had been raped. That I made it up for attention, to try to get someone to help me. If I came onto this board and said I lied about that I bet some people would be very angry.

I went on to tell my T that my ex was abusive. That he refused to use condoms, which was not actually okay with me. That I used to fantasise about him dying so I would be free. That I didn't want to sleep with him for the last 3 years of our relationship.

It gradually dawned on me that maybe I wasn't lying.

I don't know the real story behind the original post. Nor do any of us. I'm not trying to jump on anyone who is understandably upset by it. But it's important to recognise that it was allowable and brave to ask for help.