Ever admited to doing something you did not do?

I did.

I was 14 and my friend and I used to go into my grandparents house whether they were there or not and get an icecream cone. One day we were there and I took some change that was on my grandmothers dresser. A few days later someone walked into their home (they never locked their door) and stole all of my grandpas coin collection.

A few days later my parents found out that I had taken the change and I was in huge trouble. A few days after that my grandma told my parents that I had also taken the coin collection. My dad confronted me about it and asked if I had taken the coins. I told him ‘no, I hadnt’ and the next thing I knew I was laying on the floor from him hitting me across the face. I got up and he asked me again, again I said ‘no’ , back on the floor I go. I got up a second time and he asked me again. This time I said ‘yes’ so I wouldnt get hit again.

About 10 years later the coins surfaced in some persons home with a bunch of other stolen goods so I was proven innocent. But to this day it still bugs me. I know my credibility was shot because I had actually taken the change (about $2) so I suppose I can understand not being believed.

How about any of you? Ever admit to doing something you didnt do?


I lied. I’ve never done that.

Oh wait.


That made me laugh :slight_smile:

This sheds some light on whether torturing enemy prisoners will give us accurate information.


When I was in grade 1, one of my classmates wrote my name in crayon on the carpet behind my desk one day while we were watching a film in class. The teacher saw it and accused me of doing it. When I insisted I didn’t, she refused to believe me. She kept me after school and asked over and over again, “Who did it? Who did it? Who did it?” I kept saying, “I don’t know,” and then after about half and hour of this, I finally said, “Fine, I did it.” I said it because I honestly didn’t think she was going to let me go home if I didn’t. She gave me this trumphant look like, “I knew it,” and called my parents. I explained the situation to my mom, and she believed me, but even she couldn’t convince the teacher that I hadn’t done anything.

What kind of teacher interrogates a 6-year old like that until they crack? What a messed-up bitch she was.

The following happened to my best friend at the Christian school we attended, back when she was in second grade.

Someone threw an eraser in the classroom, striking a boy and making him yelp. The principal (who was also the teacher) demanded to know who had thrown it. When no one admitted to it, she declared there would be no recess unless the guilty party came forward. When no one copped to throwing the eraser, she declared that not only would there be no recess today, there would be no recess at all until someone came forward. When no one did by the end of the second day, she told the students they wouldn’t even be able to leave their desks for lunch until she had an admission of guilt.

My friend says the teacher/principal lectured for hours on honesty and how you couldn’t be forgiven for a sin unless you admitted to it. “Think of it, children,” she said. “What if you would die tonight with this sin on your conscience?”

Three days later, no one had caved. On the following Monday, the principal brought in a big poster which said, “IN JESUS’S NAME, I DID NOT THROW THE ERASER.” She told the kids to line up in front of it, and handed them a red marker, and ordered them to sign their names. “This red marker symbolizes Jesus’s blood,” she said. “If you sign this, you’re signing in Jesus’s blood that you did not do it.” All of the kids signed.

She was enraged, and swore she’d shut down the school if no one admitted they had thrown it. She ranted and raved about liars and the lake of fire and blashepmy being the only unforgivable sin, but got no results.

After two more days of no recess and the fact that apparently no one’s conscience was killing them, she told everyone to put their heads down on their desks. She told the culprit to raise their hand, and swore that if they did, there would be no punishment and no one would ever know. My friend raised her hand, thinking that this craziness had to end.

Another teacher came into the classroom a few minutes later and asked if she had found out who had done the deed. “Yes, I did,” the principal announced in an extra-loud voice. “It was [my friend’s name].”

Wow. Guess she forgot about that lake of fire reserved for liars?

I’ve never lied per se, but I have taken responsibility for something I didn’t do. When I was in high school, I was class vice-president for a year (and by class I don’t mean the entire grade, but just our class of 40-odd students). The president and vice-president were always expected to 'fess up to stuff that no one else would admit to doing. Most of the time it would be something that everyone was guilty of (e.g., an overflowing filthy trash can) and the teacher would be bellowing at us that someone had to come forward and take responsibility for it. If no one confessed, the pres. and I were more or less expected to go up to the front of the class and take 5-10 whacks (on our palms, or something on our thighs or butts) for the offense. It was either that or everyone getting whacked. Since we were going to suffered either way, we usually just played the part of the scapegoat. At least that way we earned brownie points.

No. I never did that.

As a kid I was known as Literal Sam because I never told fibs or let anybody else get awaywith any. If I said I meant it and others had better mean what they told me or they’d hear about it later.

I generally take responsibility for a lot of things that I didn’t do, because there’s a general feeling that somebody has to be responsible and I take the hit for it to defuse the situation. I’ve done that my whole life. I still do it.

It’s so much easier to take the heat and get it over with than have this cloud hanging over everybody’s head. I get called on the carpet, the yelling begins and ends, perhaps I can defuse the situation (I’m generally pretty good at reasoning with people), and no matter what happens it’s over. That’s really all that matters.