I lie. A lot.
The longer I'm on T, the more my childhood, happy as it was, seems like a movie I watched. It's as if I only began to exist two years ago.
I don't get very close to many people, so it's easy to perpetuate or at least initiate a big, heaping lie about my past. I don't see any problem with it.
My family, God love them, goes along with it; particularly my brothers, who much prefer having a baby brother now.
So, yeah. Lying, I'm all for it.