when I was a kid, all my friends were lying about having trauma. like, every day they remembered some new, out-there story about how they were victimized by their neighbors who moved, a kid I had conveniently never met or heard of who "left the school a couple years ago" and didn't show up in the yearbook. I just wanted to be included, so I lied, too. I started saying small things happened to me, and it eventually progressed into me making up that a real kid molested me and telling people outside that lying friend group. I feel guilty all the time that I would lie about that. I was old enough to know better, I was in like 4th grade.