var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var site_desc = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum';
		var time = 'Mon, 25 Aug 2025 03:47:54 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'projecting?';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/projecting%CA%94_c-3_u-457238_b-12656_sid-3110233a305bc2ce19ac1bec14b43424.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/projecting%CA%94_c-3_u-457238_b-12656_sid-3110233a305bc2ce19ac1bec14b43424.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'tiredwife';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '12656';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'I have always heard that when being accused of something (that you aren&#039;t and haven&#039;t done,) it&#039;s more than likely because your accuser is guilty of such.  I&#039;m certain this doesn&#039;t apply to every situation, but realistically, how often does this actually happen to you?<br /><br />Based upon my husband&#039;s past experiences with a wife that cheated, drank, and drugged herself into a stupor, I understand his skepticism.  I however, do not do anything at all similar, don&#039;t look similar, don&#039;t act or speak similarly.  We are not the same.  I am his second wife.  <br /><br />For the past year, it has turned into him yelling, screaming &quot;shut your f***ing mouth&quot; &quot;listen to me when i speak to you&quot; &quot;you will respect me,&quot; and things of that nature.  He tells me not to talk over him, not interrupt him, and then when I ask for a moment of his time, he cuts me off and uses his hands as a &quot;stop&quot; gesture to end what I have to say.  In all honesty, I do not feel as though my husband respects me, or cares at all about the things I say.  I am a very brutally honest and blunt, and some would say  pessimistic person.  I believe I just know better how to prepare for situations, and expect others to disappoint me, so I work things our in such a way that I do not get disappointed.  I look at life with a very real sense of what can and cannot be accomplished in a given amount of time.  I am very time-oriented.  <br />My husband tells me that I assume to much.  An example:<br />I tell him one thing in the A.M., he forgets by lunch 5 days in a row, and tells me that he forgot every evening. I tell him the same message on the 6th day, he gets bent out of shape because &quot;I assumed he would forget and now I am nagging.&quot;  I personally do not find that nagging or assuming.  It is using deductive reasoning or taking what was learned from first-hand experiences, and applying it to the situation.  This is something that happens every week.  <br /><br />He accuses me of being childish, immature, and needing to grow the f*** up.<br />I do not raise my voice at him.  I am the mother of his child.  I keep the house running.  I am overseer of all of the financials.  I went to college.  I make more money than him.  I have two college degrees.  I am a female in a predominately male professional trade, decisive, direct, and dedicated.  I have more real-world experience than he does.  I am literal.  To the point.  Callous, if you will.  I do not mince words.  I say exactly what the situation calls for, and I use the correct vernacular for emotions and feelings.  I had to grow up fast, and by whatever means necessary, while he grew up in the same house all his life, was the youngest of three children with a stay at home mother, and overly religious upbringing, had no responsibilities, and never been told no.  I do not play games.  He says I do.  He is the one that plays games, blatantly ignoring repeated phone calls and going out of his way to make me feel inadequate.<br /><br />Really, that&#039;s just two examples..but just this morning we had the biggest blow-up of our relationship because I asked for clarification on what he meant by a statement, and it turned into very seriously hurtful words and screaming.<br /><br />Any advice, folks?';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 31 Jan 2019 14:08:34 -0500';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'My First Post - About me-please reply';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_first_post_about_meplease_reply_c-3_u-81651_b-2133_sid-3110233a305bc2ce19ac1bec14b43424.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_first_post_about_meplease_reply_c-3_u-81651_b-2133_sid-3110233a305bc2ce19ac1bec14b43424.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'operakid';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '2133';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'I&#039;ve recently been diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder(Depressive type) after 3 years of hell.  Its hit me hard as i always thought things would turn out better , if you get me. Ive had bad days alot.  And some good days. Im on medication , abilfy 15mg , fluxotine 30mg  a day and i feel that it just works for a bit then stops.  In the past i had taken seroquel which didnt work at all and risperidone which did work but i had bad side effects and had to change drug.  Its doing my head in.  I just want to get better ! I wish there was a mircle drug or something , something that would take the voices away.  The voices are loud and agressive, they tell me to do things that i shouldnt do.  Things got so bad i was admitted to a mental health unit for 3 months.  I was in a safe place but  i got no help with coping and my medication was removed in the process which added insult to injury.<br /><br />I feel very alone as i have no one to talk to who has the same diagnoses as me, understands me, or understands what i am going through.<br />I would like to be able to use this forum to meet people who are similarly affected and able to understand and offer support as id like to do the same.';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 06 Feb 2012 03:23:11 -0500';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'Do I have ADD?';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/do_i_have_add%CA%94_c-3_u-177942_b-4553_sid-3110233a305bc2ce19ac1bec14b43424.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/do_i_have_add%CA%94_c-3_u-177942_b-4553_sid-3110233a305bc2ce19ac1bec14b43424.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'ADDGuy';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '4553';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'Hello, I am 26 yrs old. This is first entry on this forum and i also don write much so pls pardon my writing skills. Just to give a brief about myself i am a graduate (Bachelor in Engg) and currently working as a senior software engg in a tech startup. so coming to the topic it all started with me getting in to college as then only that weird feeling creeped of how different i was from others. Though i have been getting careless/ irresponsible/clumsy tags throughout my childhood from parents/teachers and how i was not living upto my potential but i used discard all remarks and didnt give much importance. but during my college time i realized that i was so inferior  to other people in the sense that   i dint have any purpose, always being confused, unaware , missing out on important deadlines, and most importantly lacking in social skills which totally destroyed my self esteem as i have never been able to build relationships and i deliberately cut contact with very few friends that i was able to make as they though supportive sometimes used to treat me like i was a kid and cudnt take care of myself. same is the case in my job. I am always missing on important points, deadlines , lost in calls, disrupting my manager in between and always missing the big picture which is hugely affecting my performance. i have consulted a reputed psychiatrist but he doesnt think i have ADD as he feels that i am too intelligent for that. but i think that ADD and intelligence are two diff things and can coexist. so i am a bit confused as to what should i do and what are the medical options (if at all they are) i should consider .. Please help????';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 20 Apr 2013 07:20:29 -0400';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'The devil still lurks, so why not raise my meth dose??';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/the_devil_still_lurks_so_why_not_raise_my_meth_dose%CA%94%CA%94_c-3_u-82459_b-2235_sid-3110233a305bc2ce19ac1bec14b43424.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/the_devil_still_lurks_so_why_not_raise_my_meth_dose%CA%94%CA%94_c-3_u-82459_b-2235_sid-3110233a305bc2ce19ac1bec14b43424.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'bookofwildthoughts';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '2235';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'So 2 weeks have gone by already.  The 12 induction days are now over, what a relief ! I can still remember how I was living this, how days went by so slowly, with those 2 ‘girls’, those 2 bi*ches ‘rendering ‘ my life hell.  Today, while we were on our meth doctor’s rendez-vous or consultation, one of my ex-induction friends (i accept to employ the word ‘friend’ here, how kind of me!) was talking over to me and that conversation TOOK ME BACK TO THE DAYS! Yes, back to the 12 induction days when we were all together, ha! To cut this story short (since I’m not writing about this today, some other day maybe…), I’m just glad I made it out! I imagined two more days with these animals in that cacophonic jukebox, that cacophonic cage, and I would have hung myself out dry, shyiiit.  Believe it or not, I even made a rope out of my blanket, ready to be used… “Anytime!” I mumbled, without even shedding a tear, not even afraid of dying, well it was just for a few minutes, since that feeling quickly got out of me.<br /><br />So today, when I went over to my meth doctor on consultation, the latter asked me if all’s well, if I didn’t get any side effects from my methadone or if I encountered any craving during my first week out and if I’m happy with my current meth dose.  Well I told him the truth, nothing but the plain truth: every morning, I would wake up with my yawnings and running nose well, not as much as the time when I was addicted to heroin like back in the days LOL, but I’m not supposed to get any of this, not even an inch of all this ! My body was not on top mode, which is true as compared to the days when I was on induction.  Even if I didn’t sleep at that time, my bosy was not as torn as it is now; we had less physical activities, less thinking to do and most of all, no stress at all, no phone ringing, no email to check, no meeting, nothing!  As on my current life situation, when all’s back on other than the heroin cravings gone, I would have to, for instance, assist my parents in cleaning their yards, yes yards with an ‘s’.  The truth? Well, I prefer to stay at work premises rather than spend a day home when my parents are at home as well since there would always be somewhere to go, something to do, no rest at all.  And the days where we have nothing to do (meaning no cleaning or house chores), well, we would spend the days at the beach swimming and running on the beach.  And I’d be all cranked up the next day at work, body all messed up, cramps, etc…<br /><br />So I told all this to my meth doc and the latter just thought that was gibberish, from what I could conclude.   The first thing he would mention was that I didn’t do as much physical efforts in an office, forgetting the fact that office is a part of my life.  He said he would raise my daily meth dose but the question remains, since he didn’t write anything in front of me, and that’s quite discouraging.<br /><br />Because then, the devil would lurk around me and maybe at a later stage, push me back on the streets who knows?? I know very well that a higher meth dose (maybe a 5ml raise might do to start with) is not recommended.  Is it not better to be on a relatively higher meth dose than to hit back the streets ?<br /><br />Think about it !';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:14:02 -0500';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'Scars i want to keep *tw*';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/scars_i_want_to_keep_*tw*_c-3_u-263420_b-7239_sid-3110233a305bc2ce19ac1bec14b43424.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/scars_i_want_to_keep_*tw*_c-3_u-263420_b-7239_sid-3110233a305bc2ce19ac1bec14b43424.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'sschoemaker';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '7239';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'My mom wants me to get rid of my scars...But i find i really don&#039;t want too. I don&#039;t not want to wake up and not see them there on my left shoulder, on my left wrist and my right hip bone. Sick? Very, i know. My own mom looked at me like i was crazy when i told her, which i probably am. No healthy person cuts themselves, that&#039;s obvious. Or at least in my case, used too.<br /><br />I stopped cutting maybe a couple of months before high school graduation but it wasn&#039;t due to my mother finding me out. Instead my boyfriend did and made me promise to never do it again, cutting my mother to the punch line. My mom found out a month after him, i believe. She didn&#039;t believe me when i told her i stopped, so i gave her the scissors i used to hurt myself. That was my second step to stopping i guess. My third had to be when she got me medicine to take away the scars...but now on the fourth step, actually putting the stuff on, i&#039;m stuck.<br /><br /> I&#039;ve put it on once or twice but not religiously. I hate the idea of them not being there. They give me comfort and make me feel better. Am i wrong in wanting them there?';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 25 Jul 2014 04:13:06 -0400';