var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var site_desc = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum';
		var time = 'Sun, 07 Sep 2025 08:28:03 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'What Now?';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/what_now%CA%94_c-3_u-258910_b-6958.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/what_now%CA%94_c-3_u-258910_b-6958.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'shortsnorts';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '6958';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'So, my step brother took the plea. What now? What happens next? I have been preparing for the worst, and now I'm suppose to be happy? I don't understand.';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 19 May 2014 19:19:31 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'Was it really rape?';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/was_it_really_rape%CA%94_c-3_u-411731_b-11116.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/was_it_really_rape%CA%94_c-3_u-411731_b-11116.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'lotsofquestions';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '11116';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'Recently I was at a party where many people were intoxicated, myself included. There was a lot of dancing and girls grinding on guys and groping and whatever else happens on a dance floor probably happened here. While at this party I talked to a lot of people and remember every detail I just didn&#039;t have the proper control of myself as I was heavily intoxicated. Nearing the end of the night I was approached by a boy who somehow knew me although I wasn&#039;t sure who he was. I walked away but he was insistent to talk. He pulled me closer to him and kissed me. We made out and everything was fine. Now, at this party people were staying in tents or their cars on the property and I had a tent with my friend. This guy that I was with asked me if I had a tent and I said yes, he took that as an invite and said &quot;that beats sleeping on the floor&quot;. I wasn&#039;t 100% comfortable with him coming back with me but, I am the type that has a hard time saying no when someone says they&#039;ll be sleeping outside or whatever else. So he followed me back to my tent and I warned my friend before he came in. I was quite tired as it was very late and I was ready to go to bed but this guy was grabbing me and kissing my neck and wouldn&#039;t stop. I would push his hands away and he would tell me to &quot;stop&quot; or &quot;just let it happen&quot;. Although, I continued to ask him to stop he continued until i sat up and said he needed to stop. At that point he got angry and told me that I was being a tease and i needed to &quot;get him off&quot; before he could go to bed. I said I just wanted to sleep and was feeling quite emotional, he was about to leave when i started to cry, as I was just yelled at when I didn&#039;t want to have sex with him. He told me it was fine and we would just cuddle and sleep. When we were back under my blanket he started at it again and i continued to tell him to stop as i still wasn&#039;t wanting to have sex with him and he started getting angry again. He was kissing me and had his hand wrapped around my neck. I was afraid of his anger as i didn&#039;t know him nor what he was capable of and i didn&#039;t want him to wake people so i complied and told him that we could have sex. About half way through i started crying and he told me if i was loud he would choke me harder so i sat there and let him do what he wanted.<br /><br />I complied and told him it was okay for him to do what he did although the multiple times i said no and i felt pressured into this situation. It continues to haunt my dreams and I don&#039;t feel like myself anymore. But, was it rape...';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 22 May 2017 01:14:02 -0400';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'My Life';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_life_c-3_u-258173_b-6791.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_life_c-3_u-258173_b-6791.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'imustbecrazy';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '6791';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'Okay, I&#039;ve been searching for help. I have a problem. Let me start from the beginning. <br />My eldest brother suffers from cerebral palsy, and my entire childhood- my mom did not stay with me (parents are not separated) and my dad isn&#039;t exactly the loving type.<br />I have been a liar (without meaning to) from my childhood, and I have been sexually abused when I was a child (it didn&#039;t feel like an abuse, though)<br />Growing up, my elder brother (another one) kept dominating me or comparing me with my cousin brother who stayed with us. My brother would even force me to do things I didn&#039;t want to. He literally used to twist my arms.<br />Slowly, I feigned love for him. It happened on it&#039;s own. I actually believed myself. I knew I found him irritating and unwanted but still I respected him.<br />The somewhere around highschool, I got into a relationship and got cheated on. Yes, it was my first love.<br />It hurt. I was in a boarding school, I felt alone but never cried. I tried to take my life for reasons I can&#039;t remember. That phase of my life is a blur.<br />I thought everything would be okay. <br />It didn&#039;t.<br />My dad took me to a therapist, but my mom felt I was possessed by a spirit. <br />I&#039;m 16 now, but I still haven&#039;t rebelled or gone against my parents.<br />Anyway, I never met the therapist again but I had to take part in rituals and what not.<br />Back to my brother, he manipulated me and made me look bad in front of my parents.<br />Being the weak, submissive sister I was, my parents never thought it was my fault.<br />Moving forward, he even made me lift up my shirt because he wanted to see my body type. I was obsessed with losing weight, I was dumb, I did it. <br />Now he would hug me weirdly and said I never hugged him properly. It sounds funny but he said my butt was too outwards, it should be inwards towards the person I was hugging. <br />Now, back to my elder brother, I know that he is suffering. But he does so many things to get attention. Shouts, screams, cries all day long. I&#039;m suspecting that he even feigns illness. It isn&#039;t that we don&#039;t love him, we do. We do everything he asks, but still...<br />My father has never been affectionate. But he has always been there for me. We&#039;re good friends.<br />My mom, I don&#039;t know. She always makes me feel that marrying dad was a mistake. We&#039;re good friends, but... I feel trapped. Everything I do has to be under her. <br />I can&#039;t do anything on my own. <br />I feel suffocated.<br />So, around five months ago, my elder brother died. He was an alcoholic. He hit me, we fought. I never spoke to him again. I guess, I never will. I hadn&#039;t seen his face for a week or so, and when I did... I knew it was lifeless but it didn&#039;t look that way. I can&#039;t accept what happened. I&#039;m angry that I couldn&#039;t be angry at him anymore. I don&#039;t know.<br />Now, I&#039;m rude to people. My teachers say that I have lost that shine. My writing suddenly improved. I can laugh but still I feel different. None of my friends talk to me. I only have online friends. <br />I feel so alone. <br />Sadly, I think I like it that way.';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 26 Apr 2014 08:44:01 -0400';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'My thoughts and your thoughts on me';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_thoughts_and_your_thoughts_on_me_c-3_u-337763_b-9817.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_thoughts_and_your_thoughts_on_me_c-3_u-337763_b-9817.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'psychlois';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '9817';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'So i&#039;ve never written a post ever on any forum, ever, and since things have changed for me recently, i&#039;d  decide to give this a go. Might not come back to this but i want to get whats in my head out there and see if anyone has anything to say about me and my problems.<br />My problems: I care about my family too much. I&#039;m almost certain that I have depression, mild anxiety and a myriad of other mental health problems but I&#039;ve never been properly diagnosed because I care about my family too much to have them worry about me at all. I also come from a culture where mental health is not a &#039;real&#039; problem, but rather a thing for the weak or the bored.<br />I think about death a lot BUT i&#039;m not suicidal. I&#039;m fine with death and i&#039;m not scared of it but I would never be able to go through with it as long as my parents are alive because I can&#039;t put them through all that pain. If they died though, I would have not much of a reason to keep going, but that is not the point of this post. <br />I&#039;ve always been very aware of my issues and i&#039;ve always been able to talk myself down in my head like there was a third person that tells the two conflicting voices in my head what to do. This third voice sounds like a trusty friend, insightful parent, or even a advising counsellor, when i think about it. This voice knows what people views as normal and suppresses my arguing voices to make me seem &#039;normal&#039;. It usually takes effort but I know it works because everyone thinks I&#039;m still this smiley, happy girl, which really hasn&#039;t been the case since about 7 years ago (when my first encounter of death in the family happened)<br />My dog (who&#039;s been with me for almost 15 years) died yesterday and I was sad but it wasn&#039;t a fearful, regretful sadness. It was more of a &quot;i&#039;ll miss you&quot; and &quot;we&#039;ve spent good time together&quot; happy sadness, though it was really sudden and shocking. I still miss him but I don&#039;t think I&#039;m doing too bad. My parents on the other hand haven&#039;t been able to sleep, eat, not spontaneously cry, and not talk about morbidity every couple of hours. They also hug me a lot because they think its comforting for me, and probably themselves too.<br />I guess what I&#039;m saying is that is it weird that I&#039;m so aware of what I&#039;m almost sure I have? Does this mean I don&#039;t have these mental health issues because it doesn&#039;t really affect my daily life and I know what triggers it, how to control it, and what works/doesn&#039;t work? Do other people with mental health issues experience this too? <br />An analogy (if you&#039;re still reading): I deal with my problems like dealing with my period. When it starts, I know what I can do to not let it leak out for the world to see. I know what the best way to deal with the dirty pad/tampon is, to chuck it out (feeling all my feelings/non-feelings but in a physical location where no one will see me then throw them out or at least leave them where they can&#039;t be seen). I clean up after myself and flush the bloody mess away (make sure no one can physically see or pick out that I have problems at any point of any time)<br />What do you think?';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 05 Apr 2016 15:24:51 -0400';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'Be more 'social' they tell me!';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/be_more_%CA%B9social%CA%B9_they_tell_me%C7%83_c-3_u-123057_b-3977.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/be_more_%CA%B9social%CA%B9_they_tell_me%C7%83_c-3_u-123057_b-3977.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'therestorativeniche';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '3977';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'Until recently, I never viewed my introversion as much of problem.  I was told at work that I &quot;need to be more social&quot;. This really struck a cord with me because I never thought that as I began my adult life my introversion may limit my success . So I decided to start this blog and chronicle my journey of becoming &#039;more social&#039;. <br /><br />Why are you so quiet? He must me hiding something...<br /><br />Now this is easier said than done of course. My whole life people have been telling me, &#039;you&#039;re so quiet&#039;,  &#039;you should talk more&#039; or my new favorite &#039;be more social&#039;. It&#039;s gotten to the point where some people feel uncomfortable around me because I&#039;m so quiet. What is it that makes them so uncomfortable? Is it that my behavior or lack there of, is so unusual they just can&#039;t stand it? Is it that I&#039;m some psycho who&#039;s going to snap at any moment? Is it the natural human tendency to be afraid of someone who&#039;s not like you? Not my problem right? They should be more understanding. Well unfortunately in a world of extroverts it is my problem. As much as I would love to live in a world where everyone accepts each other the way they are, that&#039;s just not reality. It&#039;s an extroverts world and if I&#039;m going to thrive and not just survive, I&#039;ve got to get to work and figure something out. So I&#039;m going to be more &#039;social&#039;. I&#039;m not sure what that will look like, but in the following months, if not years, I will try and look deeper into the complex relationship that introverts and extroverts have and attempt different strategies for becoming more &#039;social&#039;.  <br /><br />Why is it that quiet people make others feel uncomfortable?<br /><br />Please share your thoughts.';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 11 Jan 2013 01:53:30 -0500';