Lying to ourselves allows us to believe it’s all going to be OK, somehow, someday.
Amazing he worked his way out of this. Bravo!
I hope he is successful. I once dated a compulsive liar. When I realized everything he told me was a lie it was the strangest thing. He called me years later when his father died. His father was a pilot and has been living a double life with 2 families who only found out about each other at his funeral. It runs in the family!
I can’t help but think of students in my classroom over the years who hid their “poverty” in various ways. I would know there was not much truth in what they said, but it felt awkward to out and out say—you made that up. It seemed like a protection for them. Thank you for sharing.
Well written and insightful.