Life Issues
I'm A Compulsive Liar
12/26/2011 6:00:00 AM
Dear Dr. Archer,
I have been lying most of my life, and I'm a college student. I remember when it first started. I was in fourth grade, and the teacher asked if anyone was born in a different state. I raised my hand, and said I was born in Brazil and could speak the language, which obviously I can't. 

When I look back, it's very frustrating to me. I have lost and ruined so many relationships and friendships due to my lying -- and yet I continue. My parents are so frustrated, because they're aware I've been telling stories all my life, and yet they completely ignore the problem. 

I'm not blaming my parents; this is all my doing. But they didn't address the problem when I was younger. I guess they thought I'd grow out of it, which I haven't.

I definitely have self esteem issues, but I shouldn't. I was a great wrestler and gymnast in high school, and many people tell me I'm very good looking and ripped. So, I just don't get my problem. 

In high school, I had a wide range of lies. I first lied to my friends that I was in a very successful band, which I wasn't. But, for some reason they liked me and chose to be my friend. Maybe they just felt sorry for me.

I got caught my senior year in a big lie. I made my dad out to be this big military general, which he is not. He's a complete pussy.

My friends confronted my sister about it and she told them the truth, and they never talked to me again. I'm trying to be as empathetic as I can, and honestly I would never want to talk to a person who lies as much as I do, yet I continue. Geez, this really pisses me off.

In 2009 I started college, and I was a complete facebook junkie. I started adding all the people attending and started talking to them. I told them I was this high profile martial artist, but I'm not. However, in reality, I am a very good boxer, muay thai and bjj practitioner. Recently I got caught again.

I kept those lies going up for two years, that's how good I became at lying. I can keep my lies up for two years! But, I was tired of living the lie so I gave myself up. Obviously, they were pissed with me, but my best friend wanted to help me and try to repair our friendship.

I was in a clinic for suicide and  got those issues figured out, but then I lied again! I mean, what the heck, man. I have a problem. It's okay that my friend won't talk to me again; I understand. But I took a semester off from school to get my priorities straight and I'm going back to face my problem. I'm also going to get counseling.

I have recently gotten a new girlfriend. I have not told her any major lies yet, and she knows I have this problem but she is willing to trust me. I'm not screwing this up because I know she's the one. 

I caught up with my best friend at home. I texted him and said, "I have been compulsive lying to you for the last seven years." He called me and said, "I know, man. You are still a great friend of mine and I'm with you, no matter what."

This summer we really had fun. I didn't stress myself lying. I could be myself and it was great. But then again, I don't have anything to not be self confident about.

I'm a kinesiology student, good looking and ripped, so what's wrong with me? I just need counseling and I think I need to find the deeper meaning to my lying. Thoughts?
My Lying Issues

Dear Lying Issues,
First the good news. I want to say you are one very lucky man. You have a best friend and a wonderful woman who both love you, lies and all. How many people can say that? AND, you realize you have a problem and want to change and went through a whole summer without lying. You are well on your way.

The thing about compulsive lying is that it becomes second nature, a habit, a way of life. It might start with bending the truth, and taking comfort because it’s an easy way out, or an escape. Then the lying starts to feel "right”, while telling the truth becomes difficult and uncomfortable. Next thing you know, it’s like an addiction.

Many times compulsive lying is a symptom of a personality disorder, often narcissistic personality disorder. But, in this case the lies are for self gain and have a purpose, and the liar sees no problem with the act, thus would never seek help. 

That’s not the case with you, rather I suspect low self esteem, with the lies being how you build yourself up to feel better. I also think you could have clinical depression since you were suicidal at one point. Hopefully that has been treated.

So, I think, Lying Issues,  you are on the right track here. You told your best friend and your girlfriend. I'm sure that alone was tremendously liberating, but don't stop there. 

Talk to these two every week, or even every day and tell them about any lie you have told; analyze it, process it and then rectify it. Also, tell your parents and any other close friends about your problem and ask that they hold you accountable.

Before long you will start to break the habit and put in place an new standard of telling the truth. I will tell you that cases like yours are easy to work with as a psychiatrist, because you recognize your problem and want to change. Denial is the hardest issue to work with and luckily, that is not present here.

I invite you to read about others who have written to me with the same problem, like "My Friend Is A Compulsive Liar", "Kim's Husband Keeps Lying To Her Face" and "My Friend Is An Alcoholic And Compulsive Liar". 

Follow the links within my responses to learn how I advise others. Keep working hard and I have no doubt you will be successful. Please write back and give an update in a few months. I’m pulling for you! Good luck.
Dr. Archer
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7 Comments
12/26/2011 11:41:56 AM
I'm a strange mix of rigidly opinionated and unconventional and tolerant, and maybe that's why I've become close with at least two chronic liars in my lifetime, and one more recreational one.

The first was someone I worked with. The first day I met him, he said, "I'll be living with you within 3 weeks." (He miscalculated me.) He was a chronic liar and con artist, dangerously violent, slept with a different woman just about every night (not me, Baby, I'm not that stupid), and I believed he was a sociopath. I tried to get the regional manager to fire him (I didn't hire him), but he wouldn't. We spent hours alone in the retail store. On the good side, he was very good looking, hilarious in the extreme, and dressed like a dandy. I used to help him pick out clothes.

It's a very long story, but to sum it up, eventually his only two friends came to me and told me I was the only person he hadn't screwed over, the only person he seemed to respect. One or the other of his victimized flings was always asking me to talk to him, make him stop being abusive. I would just tell them to get away from him.

In time, he started talking to me about his problems. The violence was often triggered by impotence (as it is in many violent serial criminals). It was likely that the impotence was a direct result of doing the speed, but that's not certain. He had a terrible underlying low self-esteem. When I told him he needed to stop doing the speed to help the impotence and anger (extreme jealousy too), he said he couldn't because without it, he didn't have enough confidence to go out and do things. He found a long-term girlfriend, and we all stayed in touch for some years, her putting up with his abuse. The last I knew, he hadn't changed. I always kind of mourned the person he could have been and always hoped he'd seek help. Now that I know how extreme speed addicts can get, I'm not positive he was a sociopath, but he may have been. I want to think he could have gotten better someday.

The other chronic liar was a very close long-term friend of mine. I won't say he never lied to me, but he came clean that he was like that with me at some point. He was a gay man who ended up marrying women twice, one until his death. He lied to her and didn't tell her he was gay until years into the marriage. He was a very caring person and helped me when I was down (this is the colloidal oatmeal bath guy). He lied to make himself seem more successful, although he was successful enough without exaggerating. He lied during one-night stands just to make himself look more appealing, I guess. He'd had a weird childhood. I think his parents were strange. His only sibling had died young, and that haunted him and probably caused some neglect. So maybe his was caused by self-esteem issues, too, or neglect abuse, not feeling worthy.

The other liar I knew probably was not a chronic liar. He was more a creative liar. He would tell me shocking things because he knew I liked unconventional people, I think. But he knew how to follow through on a threat and often pursued becoming the things he would make up and actually aspired to them, going to the ends of the earth at times to become that person. He's someone I had a crush on my whole life because he really recreated himself. He's the one whose parents presumed he'd die young due to a childhood immune disease, so he had that trauma. The first one of these pronouncements that I remember wondering if it was a lie was when he told me, after having disappeared for two years, that he had become a male whore in Hollywood. I still really don't know if that's true or not. 25 years later, I brought it up and he just kind of smirked, so I still don't know. He was the best looking man I ever knew, so it's certainly possible he was a male escort or more.) Other things had to do with international intrigue. All I know is as soon as 9/11 happened, the long-distance relationship we were trying to keep going immediately ended and he moved out of the country not long after. Either way, if he was lying sometimes, it seemed always to be to entertain, and it never bothered me. I kind of liked it.

I have gotten to the bottom of the few men I've loved, but after 9/11, I decided I was going to leave him alone now and let him be my one remaining enigma, a matter to perhaps be resolved in another lifetime, because I always felt I knew him from a prior life anyway, was psychic about him in some ways.
One of many things I wrote about him, I mention the embellishment. I was reflecting on the first day I met him:

Even as he stood in the door of the murky bar
outlined against the clear blue day of her youth
he seemed like a phantom
There was something she knew in the swivel of his eyes
the quick curled smirk of his lopsided smile
the deceptiveness of his brow
as even then he lied to please her
12/26/2011 1:13:14 PM
Make a big poster of 'truth' and hang it in your room. Look at it each morning, and promise you will be faithful to it. When you go to bed, look at 'truth' again. Thuth is your only quide from now on. Your only way, to a succesful, satisfying life. Promise to yourself that after one year, you will remove the poster, because you won't need to remind yourself again. You must discipline yourself, like a true military artist! :-)
DDA
12/28/2011 10:01:54 PM
Impressive, Lola!
DDA
12/28/2011 10:02:26 PM
I like the poster, but not sure he should ever take it down. We all need reminders from time to time.
12/29/2011 12:55:16 PM
Really? And I thought you might have found the poster idea little bit harsh! Ok, so, how about if they throw one egg each, to the poster daily? :-)
12/30/2011 7:22:19 PM
Little marcia was wrong! She mistook the poster blog. The one to throw eggs to is another poster. That one of a very bad girl who gives a young man a bad time on purpose. And in that case, it is even kind to throw the eggs onto the poster, rather than on her face. But no eggs are needed for the truth poster! Make them an omelete instead!! :-)
1/10/2012 4:22:10 AM
Keep going with the counselling you may just find the answer to why all the lies and I just want you to know how brave you are in telling your girlfriend and close friend that takes courage.
My belief is there is always a reason.

I wish you nothing but the best with everything and much happiness for the future
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