Not 'sometimes' but 'often'.
I have no way to know how many lies might "benefit the common good," nor do you, so I will stick with my opinion of "sometimes," thank you.
I've seen this 'lie' be offered as an example of a 'gate-way to hell' on these boards. Disgusting as it is, the statement was made by an evangelical that (I believe) actually thought it to be true.
Was (s)he lying?
In your response, you've wrongly attributed some of my statements to someone else. Don't worry; I promise not to consider it a lie.
Was the evangelical lying? In what way?
To believe a lie, and repeat it, is not a deliberate falsehood; it's not lying on your part. You believe you are speaking the truth. Thus, at worst you are ignorant, not mendacious.
To hold an ill-informed opinion and repeat it as fact is also not lying, in and of itself. It is also ignorance, unless and until you learn you've been mistaken. After that, if you persist, then I'd say you're lying at that point.
Being wrong, mistaken, poorly informed, or ignorant aren't the same as being a liar.
That's not lying, that's shielding a young child from things that a young child shouldn't have to face.
That you can find and accept a justification for lying doesn't make "Rover ran away" a true statement. Rover did not run away. Rover died.
I don't recall giving an age for "Bobby" in my analogy. I never said he was "young." Bobby could be 16. Or he could be 5. In any case, I've rarely heard stories of how grateful people were to find out years later that their beloved pet hadn't run away after all, but had been stone dead all this time. Or that Grandma, for that matter, didn't really move to China when you were six...
More often--frankly, every time--I hear people say how angry they are at having carried false hope, however tenuous, for those years.
If Rover just ran away,
if Grandma just moved, either could come back one day. Rather sounds like wishful thinking. I see no benefit in fostering it.
Young children may have a difficult time processing death, and older children will grieve. Life's hard. Bad things happen. You do them no favors wrapping them in cotton wool. You teach them about death, with love and support, and you grant them the dignity of their own grief. Lying about it is cruel.
And rather selfish.
welshdean said:
FIVE more years!!
She'll only be 9.
Oh, they know all about sex by then. If she were to catch you at it, she'd probably just giggle and leave you to it.
