var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var site_desc = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum';
		var time = 'Mon, 18 Aug 2025 10:53:44 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'Scars i want to keep *tw*';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/scars_i_want_to_keep_*tw*_c-3_u-263420_b-7239.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/scars_i_want_to_keep_*tw*_c-3_u-263420_b-7239.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'sschoemaker';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '7239';
		data[0]['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[0]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 25 Jul 2014 04:13:06 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'Sister refuses to allow me to see my nephew';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/sister_refuses_to_allow_me_to_see_my_nephew_c-3_u-317013_b-9387.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/sister_refuses_to_allow_me_to_see_my_nephew_c-3_u-317013_b-9387.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'arb321988';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '9387';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'Hello all, I&#039;m new here.<br />My sister gave birth and had really bad Postpartum Depression and she was already diagnosed with Bipolar disorder before hand. I have raised my nephew since he was born. She has a boyfriend, a little over a year now, and has recently moved to a different town. About 2 hours from where I live. I barely get to see him anyways because I have a very demanding job.<br />I had him over the summer for a week. He told me some information, and with my job I am a mandatory reporter (with a reporting number), and I ended up calling CPS on her. I went up at the beginning of December to see him for his birthday and give him his birthday gift. <br />She allowed me to see him for about an hour. After that she asked to talk when he was asleep. She asked why I had called CPS, I told her the circumstances, what was said to me, and the face that I&#039;m a mandatory reporter. She told me &quot;I&#039;m your sister, you should have confronted me first.&quot; I again tried to explain to her if I don&#039;t report child abuse, I could not only go to jail but lose my licenses. She will probably never understand, but now she will not &quot;ever&quot; let me see him again. <br />I miss my nephew terribly. I hate that she has her thumb on him, and all control over him. Also, I fear for his safety around her boyfriend. I expressed this to CPS as well. The outcome was that they did a wellness check. They said, until they see bruises or broken bones they really can&#039;t do anything.<br />Recently, 8 years old now, they have been leaving him home alone. Unfortunately in Arizona there is no legal age at which you can leave a child home alone. But, if something happens to the child it is considered child neglect.<br />....... Ugh..... Stressful situation';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 21 Dec 2015 17:02:32 -0500';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'Feeling Suicidal the Closer Trial is Coming';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/feeling_suicidal_the_closer_trial_is_coming_c-3_u-258910_b-6886.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/feeling_suicidal_the_closer_trial_is_coming_c-3_u-258910_b-6886.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'shortsnorts';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '6886';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'I was doing pretty well for a while. My coping skill was eating(more of a mechanism) and it was helping me a lot. Now, I can&#039;t even stomach anything. The closer the trial is getting, the more my depression is hitting me. It feels like I can&#039;t distract anymore. I can&#039;t even look at anything with a razor any more. I feel so sick. Some one please help me.';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 10 May 2014 14:22:13 -0400';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'Need help, am I gay bi or straight?';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/need_help_am_i_gay_bi_or_straight%CA%94_c-3_u-252308_b-6176.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/need_help_am_i_gay_bi_or_straight%CA%94_c-3_u-252308_b-6176.html';
		data[3]['username'] = '23yroldguy';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '6176';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'Hi there, I need some help.  I am very confused about my Sexuality and not sure whether I am gay or bi, or even straight.  <br /><br />I&#039;ll tell you my story,  I am from South America and as a kid I messed around with my friends sexually just trying to experiment as it was easier than getting girls...  We wanted girls but decided to play around with each other...   That was when I was 13-15 I am now 23.  We probably spent half a year messing about, if was never emotional or anything like that but just sexual..  <br /><br />I&#039;ve lived all my life liking girls ever since and have felt love for women too.  I&#039;ve had two Gfs (real ones), the last one I was with for five years and the current one for around 7 months.    I&#039;ve never really looked at guys at all in any emotional way but I do like to mess around with guys sexually..  And have done a few times in the last 6years..  From oral to sex.   Most of the time I didn&#039;t enjoy it but it was a sexual thing and fancied oral sex...  That&#039;s as far as it got with men...  Just casual sexual encounters...  Not often but we could say once ever three or four months...  I haven&#039;t since with my Gf as I have been truly happy with her and feel deeply in love with her and always have enjoyed her body too.  <br /><br />Around two weeks ago or just a bit less than that I told her about my sexual experiences and that I think I might be bisexual,   however since then I have developed somewhat of an ocd, hocd...  Re questioning my Sexuality asking myself whether my whole life as straight has been an illusion and even force myself to see myself with a guy.  It doesn&#039;t really attract me, but I can&#039;t say I would never do it as I think if I can sexually be aroused by men too then it means something,  and I have not been able to stop forcing myself into thinking if I am gay or not, and that surely I must be if I fantasise about men whilst with women,  <br /><br />I don&#039;t understand whether it&#039;s something in my head that has caused me to not stop thinking about my sexual orientation or whether I&#039;m gay but have never really seen it until now, the emotional side I mean...  And reconfuse myself by acknowledging that I haven&#039;t really at all ever felt emotions for guys, but many times for girls.  <br /><br />I guess I need to establish whether I can be straight and then turn gay, or if I&#039;m simply bisexual, or if I just like sex with men too..  And that&#039;s it.  As that&#039;s how it&#039;s felt all my life.  <br /><br />I think about everything to do with this, asking myself if it&#039;s that I don&#039;t want to be gay and I just have forced myself to be straight, but it&#039;s hard to put that to ground as I think at least I would have acknowledged emotions for men before, which I truly haven&#039;t until all this began.  <br /><br />Any ideas comments would be greatly appreciated.. As I can&#039;t even function a normal life atm..  And when I think of being gay and not being with my current Gf it makes me sick as I want to be with her,  or maybe I want it that way because it would just be easier?.';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 16 Jan 2014 08:34:00 -0500';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'I had a baby with my father';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_had_a_baby_with_my_father_c-3_u-83378_b-2311.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_had_a_baby_with_my_father_c-3_u-83378_b-2311.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'Nylala';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '2311';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'I am so thankful I found this site, I&#039;ve been needing to get this out. This is a secret that both me and my father will take to our graves. <br />I never knew my real father until I was about 12 years old. I met him for the first time and he was a fairly attractive man. We grew a decent friendship and learned that I was just like him in many ways. As I got older I noticed he would get flirty with me, and instead of a normal father-like hug.. I would get a hug and a long kiss on the neck. I never minded though.<br /><br />He was a truck driver, he went on 2 week trips at a time, then a week off. I was 18 years old when he invited me to go with him for a trip, and I agreed.. I was excited because I never got to travel much. His semi had bunk beds, but I would always lay in the bottom bed with him for a while after he parked for the night. On the 4th day I asked him to rub my back, so he did.. he then told me its been so long sinse he&#039;s felt a womans body like this that it was effecting him in a certain way, hearing him say that, did the same thing to me. All I could do was smile at him, and he kissed me passionately then kissed my neck and chest. I knew it was so, so wrong.. but it didn&#039;t feel that way, it felt so good and I didn&#039;t want him to stop. And he didn&#039;t.<br /><br />What happened on that trip was my body&#039;s desires taking over, maybe if I had self control I could have stopped it from happening.. I fell into a deep depression after I returned home because of the shame and disgust I felt towards myself. I blamed my father, I went months without speaking to him. I wish I never even met him. But a few more months past and suddenly I felt lonely, I got ahold of my father again.. we started to talk, we apologized to eachother and everything was fine again.<br /><br />It didn&#039;t take long till the memories of our trip started to creep back into my thoughts, but this time it didn&#039;t upset me, it made me want him again. I lusted for him, I needed to feel that love again.. So I went to stay him on his week off, we shared his bed. It was amazing just like the first time.. but afterwards I went back home and became angry and depressed again. When my period was 2 weeks late I took a pregnancy test, I was so scared to look.. but it was true, it was positive. When I told my father he asked me to abort, but I told him no.<br /><br /><br />My baby girl is now 2 1/2 months old. She is perfect, healthy and so beautiful. She has dad&#039;s bright blue eyes. Mama&#039;s nose, lips and chin, and our dark hair. I got so lucky that she looks mostly like me.. I sometimes wish the 3 of us could be one strange little happy family, but remembering the past, I know I will regret it because it seems to be an endless cycle of lust then hate. I tell people I was too drunk at a party to remember who I slept with. I&#039;d rather be known as a drunk whore then an incesting freak. I know i&#039;m not alone but I know the real world would never understand. My father has always told me he doesn&#039;t see me as his daughter, but as a beautiful young woman. And he&#039;s never been my dad.. he was a stranger I met when I was 12, and we became very close. I do know there is something called genetic sexual attraction syndrome... but I will just leave it at self diagnosed. He has only met my daughter once sinse she&#039;s been born, and I honestly hope he&#039;ll be more involved in her life, even if she&#039;ll only know him as grandpa.<br /><br />Thanks for reading &lt;3';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 10 Mar 2012 09:25:15 -0500';