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I must confess I do sometimes. The biggest lie was few years ago when I regularly came to her, took my prescriptions and didn't take the meds for almost one and a half year. It ended up with mania and psychosis of course and all came out. She wasn't angry with me, my family was though as I lied to them too. She only said I must have had some reasons to do that and she understands.

I know it shouldn't work like this but knowing her for so many years I sometimes know exactly what she's going to say and do wiht my treatment and I must admit I manipulate the information I'm giving from time to time.

Please tell me you do the same sometimes... or? are you always 100% honest with your doctor?

 

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This is a few years ago but I lied to my pdoc the amount of alcohol I drank...it was more than what I told him. I was able to quit drinking thankfully.

There's been times when I didn't follow instructions for tapering off but otherwise I've been med compliant.

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Like kittyloaf, yeah, kinda fudge on alcohol amounts. We talk about how things are going, not therapy, but he wants to know what I do to cope, how I handle things. He tends to frown when I suggest that multiple glasses of wine sometimes does the trick. 

Meds, though, I’m pretty honest. I’ve been a bit on and off with the lithium the last couple of years. I’ve explained that it tends to make me tired, and there have been extended periods where I just need more energy. Right now I’m compliant. He seems to understand, although tends to then push my next appt a bit sooner, to keep an eye on me. 

I like my pdoc aLOT, so try to not do anything to harm that relationship, or make him not trust me. 

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I never lie about meds, side effects, or how I am feeling. However, my pdoc is big on my having a social life. For many people, I'd say this is good. But being social puts a LOT of stress on me and I like to avoid it. I do not get anything out of being social except a lot of stress. So when he brings up my social life, yes, I do lie. I don't need the lecture he always gives me.

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For the most part no.  I tell him about symptoms and side effects, no problem.

He did tell me to increase my lamotrigine when I was grieving for an uncle who died, but I did not increase it.  A couple years later, I started having some depression creeping back in, so I had to confess that I did not increase the lamotrigine.  He was OK with it, and we did increase the lamotrigine at that time (which was kind of why I did not increase in the first place).

I don't drink a lot, so that's not really a factor;  he knows I use cannabis regularly, but it's probably more than he thinks.

Other than that, there's not really much time in an appointment to go beyond meds, moods, symptoms and side effects.

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I lie all the time to avoid hospitalization. 

I am not as honest as I should be regarding symptoms. But I do suffer because of it I think? So that's my own dumb fault. 

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Mostly. Afterall this is largely an intangible illness. 

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i've lied to various people on my care team before to avoid hospitalisation, but i rarely lie to my psychiatrist. i have in the past "lied by omission" but he's figured out that piece and so will ask direct questions. it's difficult for me to successfully lie to him, but at times i'm tinkering with my meds he can tell and sometimes he just opens with, "so xyz is what you've been doing...what're you taking AM and PM at this point?" so i'm less inclined to try and explain and so forth, he just acknowledges it and tries to assess where i am.

hope that helps. x

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In the past I haven’t mentioned things I didn’t want to discuss but didn’t lie. That probably didn’t help me, but I didn’t realize exactly how it would be helpful to discuss my sex and spending issues when he never asked about such things. I would probably be more honest and forthcoming now. 

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1 hour ago, sugarsugar said:

In the past I haven’t mentioned things I didn’t want to discuss but didn’t lie. That probably didn’t help me, but I didn’t realize exactly how it would be helpful to discuss my sex and spending issues when he never asked about such things. I would probably be more honest and forthcoming now. 

How about something like "I have something I would like to discuss" at your pdoc appointment ? Don't worry, they have heard it all and should not be phased in the least.

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I hide facts from the doc sometimes. If it's bad and I'm way out of control I call the doc right away. But, if I'm depressed and can't really function I don't really give that information. Maybe it's because I minimize my experiences all the time. Maybe I don't feel like I should worry people. If I'm manic the doc usually tells me, because usually I can't tell.

I don't like messing with meds but I will do it, because usually I'm in the frame of mind to want a better quality of life. Meds help with that for a short time.

 

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Absolutely lie by omission.

Also, I feel like I dissociate sometimes during a session and end up putting a positive feel to what I'm saying. Almost as if I say what she wants to hear. But this is just a feeling I get about myself.

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I also lie about my alcohol consumption.

And I also am not alway honest about how I'm doing; I tell them what I thing they want to hear.  I've been seeing my tdoc for over 15 years, she often calls me on it.  I think I tend to be a little more honest with my pdoc, though.

I'm also supposed to call either of them if I'm struggling between appointments, and I very rarely do because I don't want to bother them.

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