Medical professionals, sometimes. Like I will lie to the pdoc about my weight if he asks me (though that only worsens things should he decide to have me stand on the scale). I lied about taking all my medication to pdocs , especially when I was on Remeron (just wanted to eat & sleep on that stuff, never full, hated it). I try to be honest with my T (so far I have been, but I've only just started seeing her) and with my pdoc as well as my PCP. Definitely lied a lot to H about overspending. If I'm unsure if I'll cross a line by telling the truth (i.e., be hospitalized), I will lie around that.

Other times, I have strong impulses to lie about something of little or no consequence. I don't have the faintest idea why. The truth would have worked and wouldn't have resulted in anything changing. Stupid stuff, just random, often even just to strangers (other parents, grocery checkers, etc.). I won't even tell a story that will generate more attention or sympathy. It's as little as saying yeah, I saw the lightning too when I hadn't, really dumb inconsequential things like that. I really don't understand this compulsion at all. It comes and goes, isn't always there; in fact, most of the time, it is not there,