how often do you lie about people being dead
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I could tell you but I died like.. 5 minutes ago.
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why would YOU want to know?
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Look mate, if I say they're fucking dead, they're dead, right?
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I convinced my roommates last year that Macaulay Culkin died due to autoerotic asphyxiation because I thought it was funny.
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Do you mean it both ways, i.e. if I say someone's alive when they're actually dead?
Because you don't want to tell a person with dementia that their husband is dead a dozen times; it's like the first time every time. He's at the store; he'll be back later, but he said it's OK to get started on dinner and not wait for him.
Because you don't want to tell a person with dementia that their husband is dead a dozen times; it's like the first time every time. He's at the store; he'll be back later, but he said it's OK to get started on dinner and not wait for him.
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Once.
Funny story about my girl's (I'll irritatingly call her Barbie for the sake of the story) grandmother.
Background info if you care: She is very demented. She speaks no English. She has the memory of a goldfish. She LOVES Barbie so much and Barbie really loves her grandma. She was really loved by and spent a lot of time with her grandma growing up and they stayed close. Grandma does not know my name, but she knows who I am and likes me. I speak enough of her language so we can have some friendly interaction. I don't need to learn more than a single conversation, so it's fine.
She likes some very specific food that Barbie would often bring her as a treat because Grandma struggles to keep on weight. One day, Barbie was living her life and doing something without me, but I was out doing something in the area where Grandma lives and decided for the heck of it I would pick up the food and drop it off.
I am stupid. No good deed goes unpunished. She invites me in and she is sweet and gives me a hug, but naturally very quickly asks, "Where is Barbie?"
I tell her where Barbie is in a simple, easy to follow way. I tell her Barbie is at ____. We even talk about that for a minute. Then we have the same conversation we always have. She again asks where Barbie is, and same story from me. We circle back around and I've been doing this awhile and I would really like to get in my bed. She tells me I can just stay the night and again asks where Barbie is.
A younger relative cleverly calls Dori from Finding Nemo "Grandma-fish." The name has stuck and spread across the family.
I am exasperated with my Grandma-fish. I explain again and she again asks me if I like their culture, their food, their whatever, why I like it, why I like Barbie, how much I love her, what would it be like if we had a baby together, and it goes on and on and on. I have lost count how many times I have had this conversation, but I feel bad leaving her because she obviously is so lonely and misses Barbie.
And then she asked me again where Barbie is and I snapped. I said, "Barbie is dead." Instant regret when she then decided I was lying that Barbie was NOT dead. Then she decided to interrogate me to see if I murdered Barbie, and let me tell you, I was grilled. And then she asks me again if I like their culture and their food, and why. She was totally fine and unscathed, thankfully, but I feel awful about it. Never again.
Background info if you care: She is very demented. She speaks no English. She has the memory of a goldfish. She LOVES Barbie so much and Barbie really loves her grandma. She was really loved by and spent a lot of time with her grandma growing up and they stayed close. Grandma does not know my name, but she knows who I am and likes me. I speak enough of her language so we can have some friendly interaction. I don't need to learn more than a single conversation, so it's fine.
She likes some very specific food that Barbie would often bring her as a treat because Grandma struggles to keep on weight. One day, Barbie was living her life and doing something without me, but I was out doing something in the area where Grandma lives and decided for the heck of it I would pick up the food and drop it off.
I am stupid. No good deed goes unpunished. She invites me in and she is sweet and gives me a hug, but naturally very quickly asks, "Where is Barbie?"
I tell her where Barbie is in a simple, easy to follow way. I tell her Barbie is at ____. We even talk about that for a minute. Then we have the same conversation we always have. She again asks where Barbie is, and same story from me. We circle back around and I've been doing this awhile and I would really like to get in my bed. She tells me I can just stay the night and again asks where Barbie is.
A younger relative cleverly calls Dori from Finding Nemo "Grandma-fish." The name has stuck and spread across the family.
I am exasperated with my Grandma-fish. I explain again and she again asks me if I like their culture, their food, their whatever, why I like it, why I like Barbie, how much I love her, what would it be like if we had a baby together, and it goes on and on and on. I have lost count how many times I have had this conversation, but I feel bad leaving her because she obviously is so lonely and misses Barbie.
And then she asked me again where Barbie is and I snapped. I said, "Barbie is dead." Instant regret when she then decided I was lying that Barbie was NOT dead. Then she decided to interrogate me to see if I murdered Barbie, and let me tell you, I was grilled. And then she asks me again if I like their culture and their food, and why. She was totally fine and unscathed, thankfully, but I feel awful about it. Never again.
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Never. Lying that people are dead when they aren't is a worse curse than gifting baby clothes to a pregnant woman. It is a horrible omen to knowingly spread the news of someone's fake demise.
