var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var time = 'Fri, 29 Aug 2025 14:26:06 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'Narcissists, Abuse & Adultery';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/narcissists_abuse_adultery_c-3_u-197727_b-4746.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/narcissists_abuse_adultery_c-3_u-197727_b-4746.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'maripazlara';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '4746';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'Everyone has a dream no matter how simple it is or impossible to achieve we do the best we can to achieve it in a good way of course. As a young girl my dream was to get married in church, have children, have a house, a steady income and so on and so forth. You know what I&#039;m saying. My first husband was very dedicated and ambitious. He was an excellent provider and I always knew I could count on him. The demise of my first marriage was lacking the skill of understanding of a wife and being supportive. Although, we were blessed with 2 great sons I didn&#039;t give it my all. I was so confident in fact overly confident that since we had everything that I became so comfortable. After 15 years of marriage it ended due to lack of things in my part like communication and just being a wife. It was a devastating experience but, only when I stepped back did realize he was always reaching out to me but I was not emotionally available. Although, there was a different type of love it was more of respect I had for him. While the divorce was in process I dipped my toes in the dating scene to realize that boy oh boy it was so different way back then when men will come over to your house, court you, bring you presents and ask your parents permission. Now it became more of a meat market. For a few years I enjoyed it. After 3 years my divorce was finalized. But, the dating scene made me feel more empty that finding a man is quite difficult a good one I should say. With so many options, technology and how society views a relationship which was a hush hush before was just normal. Of course due to my religious belief I never stopped praying and hoping that someday I will be blessed with the right man more so a man of God. As I continue my search I was asked to meet a man by my room mate’s best friend who happens to be her best friend’s room mate. I was hesitant for I already have set my standards of what I wanted and who I wanted to be man of God, ethnicity wise, height, education, looks, financial status, morals, loyalty, fidelity  and values you name it I had it written down. When I met this man he was 40 and the first thing he said he just got home at 5am for he was in the club with friends in their 20&#039;s. That, not to sound judgmental should be the first big red flag. He was grilling some meat and as soon as it was cooked he was serving everyone and making sure all the ladies were taken care of red flag number 2. As the afternoon dies and getting closer to the evening he wanted to talk to me more. We sat down he told me he is separated although his family is in San Diego him and his wife still share one house but separate bedroom because they have 2 daughters. Then we started praying together now that one was a big plus for me since most of the man I dated either doesn&#039;t believe in God or doesn&#039;t practice their religion at all. I really liked him. He sent me roses at work and we would talk on the phone for hours. From that day we were inseparable. Everything happened so quick we moved in together and got a place. After 4 months I noticed he placed some ads and searching on craigslist for fun. That should be red flag number 3. I never did confronted him until I found out on his face book which he posted our pictures that he has strings of women again red flag number 4. That same year he filed for divorce and the ink wasn&#039;t dry on his divorce papers he wanted us to get married before 2010 ended. I was happy don&#039;t get me wrong but quite confused as to what the rush was since our sponsors will be in Bahamas and won&#039;t be back until first week of January 2011 found out  due to taxes that may have been red flag number 5 but I was aware about it but I still filed Married filing separate. The course of our marriage was very chaotic since his daughter moved in with us she still couldn&#039;t grasp the divorce that happened to her parents even if both have their own partners. For months I subjected my self with verbal abuse and demeaning things both my second husband and...<br /> <br /> <a href="https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/narcissists_abuse_adultery_c-3_u-197727_b-4746.html" class="postlink-local">[ Continued ]</a>';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 06 Jun 2013 18:09:12 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'My relationship with my therapist';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_relationship_with_my_therapist_c-3_u-435562_b-11460.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_relationship_with_my_therapist_c-3_u-435562_b-11460.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'ChocoSara';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '11460';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'Hi guys , <br />This is pretty awkward to me talking about anything related to therapy to anyone. I&#039;ve been seeing my therapist for a month now , we had 4 sessions and 3 walks so far. What i wanna talk about is how i can open up to him and not feel so stiff around him and end up regretting not saying all i want or any of it at all. He says we have a good relationship but it’s different for me. I feel really disconnected. I have so much to tell him but it always ends with me not saying what i REALLY wanna say , especially when we have a walk. There’s that thing i do when i feel &quot;bad&quot; , i pretend that i&#039;m telling him what i&#039;m feeling so i calm down. Maybe it’s the reason i have nothing left to say ? <br />The reason i&#039;m trying to find a way to be more open is that i feel forced by myself. I’m regretting everytime i see him and end up not saying what i feel at all , and i don’t wanna drop therapy. I really really need it. I had a really unpleasant event by the time of our 3rd session and it made me realize how lucky i am to have a therapist at all. I wanna start fresh and on good terms with him. I wanna trust him enough to be comfortable around him to make our process better and not feel pushed. And he’s just a nice person idk what’s wrong with me  <img src="https://www.psychforums.com/images/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" title="Neutral" /><br />I want to want to get better and not feel so forced by myself.';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 28 Sep 2017 04:07:19 -0400';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'Logging My Journey';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/logging_my_journey_c-3_u-289698_b-8568.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/logging_my_journey_c-3_u-289698_b-8568.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'maggie246816';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '8568';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'I saw that people on this website are able to have a blog, and I took that opportunity. Though I may not have much experience with blogging--besides having a tumblr account--I love to write. Amd I&#039;d like to document everything that happens to me. <br /><br />My name is Maggie. I&#039;m an 18 year old caucasian (biological) female. I do prefer male pronouns, but not many people acknowledge that. <br /><br />Thus far, my significant other (Autumn) and I have met two alters. The most prominent alter&#039;s name is Reiner. To my embarrassment, he is a character from the anime &quot;Attack on Titan&quot;. Reiner Braun is a rather tall, muscular blonde boy. If you want more information on the character, check the anime&#039;s wiki. <br /><br />He is friendly most of the time, but he can be pretty aggressive or sad or angry or confused or frustrated... He&#039;s an alter. He&#039;s a person... Kind of. I like to think that he is his own person. <br /><br />Strangely enough, I&#039;ve spoken to him, before. A few nights ago, I switched to Reiner mode. Autumn told me that he was freaking out and panicking and speaking in German. (For the record, I only know how to say a few things in German.) Somehow, in the midst of his anxiety attack, my mind showed up. I felt as if he was sitting directly next to me... And I started speaking to him (in English). After a while of using Google Translate and trying to calm him down, he began speaking in English, again. Reiner was talking to Autumn and me about what was bothering him, why he was so afraid... This experience was one of the weirdest and scariest things I&#039;ve ever been through. <br /><br />(TRIGGER WARNING BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)<br /><br />I&#039;ve been raped, molested, and I found my mother dead. This felt equal to all of those things. Maybe it shouldn&#039;t have been up that high, but it definitely was. <br /><br />(TRIGGER WARNING IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)<br /><br />The past few days and nights, I&#039;ve been able to speak to him. The three of us--Reiner, Autumn, and myself--have a pretty good relationship. For some reason, though, last night, I completely forgot about everything. I forgot the progress we had made by somehow getting my two personalities to interact... Everything. After Autumn tried to remind me for half an hour, I remembered everything. And I&#039;m glad. <br /><br />My other alter, we found, is a 28 year old woman named Scarlette. She is, apparently, a kindergarten teacher. Autumn really hates her and claims that Scarlette is a b****. &quot;She&#039;s one of those women who believe themselves to be &#039;cool&#039; and &#039;one with the teens&#039;.&quot; I don&#039;t exactly blame Autumn for disliking Scarlette. We don&#039;t know much else about this alter, besides the fact that she likes pigs and the color teal. <br /><br />Thank you so much for reading... If you have anything to say or ask, please do so! <br /><br />If you wanted to email me, my email is tamakisrose@gmail.com . Thank you!<br /><br />I love you. You&#039;re important. <br /><br />♡';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 22 Jun 2015 12:48:23 -0400';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'Dirty Feelings and Fantasy';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/dirty_feelings_and_fantasy_c-3_u-323070_b-9472.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/dirty_feelings_and_fantasy_c-3_u-323070_b-9472.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'fantasyboy';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '9472';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'i am 23 year old and doing a job as a designer.<br />now a days my feelings is very dirty and i start doing fantasy about dirty things.<br />i can&#039;t explain what should i do now ?';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 26 Jan 2016 11:43:31 -0500';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'My Life';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_life_c-3_u-258173_b-6791.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_life_c-3_u-258173_b-6791.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'imustbecrazy';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '6791';
		data[4]['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[4]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 26 Apr 2014 08:44:01 -0400';