Lies my parents told me

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Originally Posted by Raistlin

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Originally Posted by Shlup

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Originally Posted by Raistlin

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Originally Posted by Shlup

My mom told me she forgot when she and my dad got married. Did not figure out she was lying until I was 24 and found photos of their wedding where you could see she was very pregnant.

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You were a surprisingly credulous youth, Shluppers. Didn't you also believe in Santa well into double-digits?

My parents did the usual Santa/tooth fairy thing, though I stopped believing in them after I was about 4 or 5. I can't think of any other "lies."

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I believed in Santa until I was 8. Mostly because I wanted to. I still remember the bitch who told me Santa wasn't real; I was like "You had to go there, you whore." Something like that.

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I actually said that just to try to provoke you to give your actual age, since you refused in a thread I made about Rye's gullibility many years ago, making fun of her for being 9 when she found out about Santa. At least you didn't cry like she did. :p

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I still win the Santa Claus thing because I was like 14.

I think I sort of knew that Santa wasn't real for a few years before that but I was terrified that if I wrongly stopped believing then he'd stop bringing me presents so I decided to play it safe.

You can be whatever you want to be when you grow up.

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Originally Posted by Agent Proto

You can be whatever you want to be when you grow up.

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Related: "Having a college degree is an instant ticket into any job."

:crying2:

That I'd hit a growth spurt.

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Originally Posted by Pike

I still win the Santa Claus thing because I was like 14.

I think I sort of knew that Santa wasn't real for a few years before that but I was terrified that if I wrongly stopped believing then he'd stop bringing me presents so I decided to play it safe.

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Pascal's Wager: the Santa Claus version.

Between my jerk older siblings and my onery dad, I was a gullible child.

• My dad and siblings had me convinced I was adopted til I was about 10 because I was the only one in my family that had curly hair. Problem is I look the most like my father than any of them.
• They had me convinced at 8 that the aspen tree's eyes were watching me and if I looked away they'd kidnap me.
• When I was 7, if I skied off on my own, the skifree monster WOULD get me.
• Throughout my childhood and even into my teenage years, they (Specially my father) told me that tapioca pudding has fish eyes in it. I still kinda think they are now saying it was a joke just to get me to eat fish eyes.

I'm sure there are loads of others but I can't think this morning. Let's just say i'm REALLY gullible. Which is why I like journalism because I have to look for facts to report something. I HAVE TO HAVE FACTS. I'm more skeptical now cause of all those LIES they had me believe as a kid but I'm still very much gullible.

Some of the things parents say strike me as giving kids potential phobias and psychological issues... sleep in a room with windows shut and you'll die? Pretty harsh worry to give someone :/


Apart from the usual santa etc,
"Eat your crusts, it'll make your hair curl"
Not sure why this was an attractive proposition as a kid :confused:

Last weekend Spuuky's family were helping us move house and they brought our niece and nephew along, both of whom are under age 5.

Nephew: Auntie Nicky, will you play hide and seek with us?
Nicky: Yeah, okay! You guys go hide, I'll come find you!
Nephew: Okay! *runs off*
Nicky: Okay, you better hide! One....two...three...
Nephew: *giggling*
Nicky: *walks out of the house and down the street, away from the children*

Bah. Other people's children.

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Originally Posted by Chemical

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Originally Posted by Quint Eastwood

My philosophy professor taught her son from birth that what we know as a spoon is called a "cup", and that pen was "pencil" and vice versa. She finally revealed the truth when he was 6 or 7, I think. He kept getting in trouble at school, and his dad started cottoning on after a while.

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This is why having a psychologist or pholisopher for a parent would really smurf up your brain.

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Hey, my goal is to become a psychologist and also have kids...I'm not going to play mind games with my kids or anything :confused:

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Originally Posted by Freya

Between my jerk older siblings and my onery dad, I was a gullible child.

• My dad and siblings had me convinced I was adopted til I was about 10 because I was the only one in my family that had curly hair. Problem is I look the most like my father than any of them.

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ahahah ohhhh I just remembered one. My dad told us that we all were conceived from my mother banging the milkman because none of us look even remotely like him at all. (But we all look incredibly different, so maybe there were four milkmen idk.)

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Originally Posted by Rebellious Eagle

Hey, my goal is to become a psychologist and also have kids...I'm not going to play mind games with my kids or anything :confused:

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Then what's the point in having kids? :confused:

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Originally Posted by Freya

When I was 7, if I skied off on my own, the skifree monster WOULD get me.

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Hehe.

I have made it a principle that I will never lie to my kids. I had so many trust issues with my own parents (which I do not want to make public in any fashion) that this is, to me, an iron law. My children already know that they can ask me any question and I will answer as honestly as I can. That every decision I make has a logical reasoning behind it that I will explain to them in full. And when they inevitably ask me awkward questions or make requests whose answers or reasons are not appropriate for their age, I will tell them that I have a reason and that they should just trust me.

Now, that last bit is common to most parents - but if I work hard enough on the first half, instances of the latter will be infrequent enough (and my children will be so used to the idea that their daddy has a good reason for everything) that they actually will trust me.

My older brother had me convinced of two lies when I was a little kid they were as follows:

1) My teachers were in fact androids as in the type from Aliens. This as a small child made me behave more at school than anything else as I was genuinely more terrified of the character Bishop from the movie Aliens than of any of the Aliens.

2) Santa was a martian who had a rocket ship, how else did he get around the world in one night. This was because I was a kid obsessed with planes and flight. I knew it took hours and hours to fly anywhere even at supersonic speeds. Otherwise my mom and him would have had to explain to a very young Steve and my sister why Santa wasn't real. I've continued this family tradition to my nephews and nieces.

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Originally Posted by iceglow.

I was genuinely more terrified of the character Bishop from the movie Aliens than of any of the Aliens.

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Oh man, Bishop is the best character in any movie, ever