var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
		var url = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/random_blogs_c-3.html';
		var site_url = 'https://www.psychforums.com';
		var site_desc = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum';
		var time = 'Mon, 18 Aug 2025 03:50:29 -0400';

		var data = new Array();
		

		data[0] = new Array();
		data[0]['title'] = 'Running Out of Options, Time to Try Catharsis';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/running_out_of_options_time_to_try_catharsis_c-3_u-248903_b-5872.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/running_out_of_options_time_to_try_catharsis_c-3_u-248903_b-5872.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'ThanatosRising';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '5872';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'I was diagnosed with PTSD after a car accident in 2010 (age 25), and was shocked when repressed memories from the past started surfacing without warning. Along with the scenes from the car accident replaying without end, images of an abusive relationship I had been in for three years started playing, a sexual assault by a boyfriend at 19 that I blocked out, a rape I had experienced at age 18 that I COMPLETELY blocked out, emotional and mental abuse from age 11 at the hand of a boyfriend of my mother&#039;s, and various bullying events I had sustained from around age 8 through 14. It was entirely overwhelming; for about two months after the accident I spent most of every day in bed, having nightmares when sleeping, waking up screaming thinking whatever I was dreaming about was happening, then having no perception of time when I was awake, being continually trapped in recurring flashbacks that seemed to last for hours when they were really just 10-15 minutes. I sustained serious lumbar spine and nerve injuries that required heavy medication (50mcg fentanyl patches every 3 days, 200mg neurontin daily for nerve pain, 10mg klonopin for panic attacks, 30-50mg oxycodone daily for breakthrough pain, 100-200 mg orphenadrine daily for muscle spasm and opiate potentiation). I could barely muster the energy to get out of bed to go to the bathroom and shower because of the pain, so I stopped eating, lost nearly 25 pounds within a few weeks (I am a 5&#039;5&quot; female and was an active and relatively muscle-toned 130 lbs., so I became underweight and lost a majority of my muscle tone), so coworkers I ran into once when I had to go to my office to sign some insurance paperwork started rumors I was abusing drugs due to my frail and noticeably gaunt appearance. I withdrew almost entirely from my social circle with the exception of a few friends who were so worried abouy my sudden changes they forced me to keep in contact with them. After nearly two full years of weekly psychotherapy, many hurdles, setbacks,  tears, angry and violent outbursts, losing my job, and weaning off all the pain medication, I finally got my PTSD symptoms under control in 2012. During this time I was also pursuing my undergraduate degree in psychology, which obviously delayed my studies as I dealt with my illness and injuries. Since then, I have had a very exaggerated startle response that never went away (loud noises or someone approaching me from behind seriously frightens me, causing an immediate panic response). I&#039;ve had difficulty with controlling or moderating anger, and sometimes respond angrily way out of proportion to the irritant or situation. Social anxiety that I always had got somewhat worse, and depression has been a nearly constant battle also. However, I was able to find a new, better job, and maintain my GPA at 3.85.<br /><br />Things were going relatively smoothly until this October, where I suddenly experienced a PTSD retriggering event. I did not consciously recognize or want to acknowledge it at first, instead convincing myself that the eerily familiar feelings were just imaginations and nothing serious, until it suddenly dawned on me one day what was happening, about three weeks after the initial retrigger. I began addressing it with my psychologist and the psychiatrist I started seeing right before the retrigger for my depression that was getting out of control in the summer. It just caught me so off guard and has made me feel so powerless again. I keep thinking that no matter how far I get in time from these events, no matter how well I do, these horrible feelings are going to arise at any time and ruin my happiness. I feel that I never truly have felt happiness, and that now I may never know what it is like. It&#039;s caused me such horrible thoughts, the suicidal thoughts, the thoughts of giving up on everything, the thoughts of withdrawing into myself, the paranoia that everyone can see through me and thinks I&#039;m pathetic and weak for not being able to just get over it....<br /> <br /> <a href="https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/running_out_of_options_time_to_try_catharsis_c-3_u-248903_b-5872.html" class="postlink-local">[ Continued ]</a>';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Wed, 20 Nov 2013 09:22:08 -0500';
		

		data[1] = new Array();
		data[1]['title'] = '17 year old attracted to men in their 50s';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/17_year_old_attracted_to_men_in_their_50s_c-3_u-91118_b-3094.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/17_year_old_attracted_to_men_in_their_50s_c-3_u-91118_b-3094.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'Cindy6';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '3094';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'As a 17 year old girl i have always been attracted to older men. For as long as i can remember I have been both sexually and emotionally attracted to men in their 40s, 50s and in some cases 60s. The first time i can remember having these feelings is during primary school when i was around 9 or 10 and it didn&#039;t feel right.<br /><br />I am aware of various theories about &#039;daddy issues&#039; and i know this is not the case with me as I have a great relationship with my father...so what is it???<br /><br />I have no idea where these urges come from or why they happen. I have tried talking to my mum about it but she just thinks it&#039;s a stupid phase i&#039;m going through and my friends just think i&#039;ll end up a gold digger. This is not the case at all as I am attracted to older men from all different walks of life. <br /><br />When my friends talk about fit guys at college i just pretend i feel the same when really they repulse me but i&#039;m scared to say who i&#039;m attracted to.<br /><br />Please help me, it seems like no one can at the moment. I just need to know why i am like this.<br /><br />Thank you.';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 19 Jul 2012 09:08:22 -0400';
		

		data[2] = new Array();
		data[2]['title'] = 'projecting?';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/projecting%CA%94_c-3_u-457238_b-12656.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/projecting%CA%94_c-3_u-457238_b-12656.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'tiredwife';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '12656';
		data[2]['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[2]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 31 Jan 2019 14:08:34 -0500';
		

		data[3] = new Array();
		data[3]['title'] = 'Is this Hocd anymore?';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/is_this_hocd_anymore%CA%94_c-3_u-466025_b-12760.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/is_this_hocd_anymore%CA%94_c-3_u-466025_b-12760.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'Hi12123';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '12760';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'Sorry this is very long but please read this because i need help...<br />Hi, I am a 16 year old girl and have been struggling with hocd for about 2 years. It all started in 7th grade when I had an intense crush on a boy. Whenever I was around him I had butterflies and I actually wanted to marry him. He liked me too but he soon developed a crush on another girl and I wasn&#039;t even jealous because I didn&#039;t like him as much anymore. One night I was at a sleepover with my friend and I was laying on the couch when a thought popped into my head, &quot;you don&#039;t like **** anymore, are you gay?&quot; After that one thought, it has changed my life. ( I am not homophobic but I was always kinda uncomfortable around gay people at that age. But now I am not at homophobic or uncomfortable around gay people anymore)<br /><br />A couple weeks later, I was seeking reassurance on being lesbian and stumbled across the term hold. I had all of the symptoms and felt better. But, the worrying didn&#039;t stop. In 7th grade I was only scared about &quot;becoming&quot; gay, I knew i wasn&#039;t but I was just scared i was &quot;changing&quot; into being gay. I went to my school guidance counselor and she told me that it was ok if I was gay and should learn to accept it, this heightened my worrying because I couldn&#039;t handle the fact of being gay. There were times where I was not worrying and then times where I was. After a while of being worried I didn&#039;t worry about it at all. I had some thoughts here and there but ignored them. It was the start of 8th grade (the grade I am in now) and I didn&#039;t worry about it. Then it was triggered again, (I forgot how). Soon my mind made me think I had crushes on every single one of my friends (who were girls). My mind said &quot;If you aren&#039;t attracted to him, you&#039;re gay.&quot; It also started to change my past and say &quot;you like her&quot; even when I felt nothing for her when I was with her. Recently, I had a small panic attack at a restaurant where i couldn&#039;t eat any single thing (not even a small piece of rice) because I was worrying so much. My mind kept screaming &quot;your bi!...&quot; That night at the restaurant I planned to come out to my mom (my mom knows about my hocd) but the problem was that I didn&#039;t like any girls. I would also look at my friends (who were girls) and become jealous of them because they do not have to go what I go through. I would say in my head, &quot;they are so lucky that they are straight. They are going to have the best relationship&quot; <br /><br />I then began to dig into my past (i still am) and there are some things that I have done as a child that i can use as proof that I am gay. Keep in mind that I have never been attracted to anyone of the same sex besides false attractions (which is not even real attraction). My mind would also say &quot;All the girls think your older brother is cute, but you don&#039;t. This means your gay.&quot; And now that I am writing that, what on Earth was I thinking, am i stupid? Lol. I would also have false attractions for people on TV shows and have dreams and wake up feeling aroused and feeling that I liked it. I know that arousal doesn&#039;t mean your gay so it doesn&#039;t worry me at all.<br /><br />I know that I like boys but I am just scared that I like girls to. I always wanted to have a boyfriend but now I do not as much. My mind is now saying &quot;being with a girl isn&#039;t so bad.&quot; &quot;it will be fun to be in a relationship with a girl&quot; I have never dreamed about girls the way I have dreamed about boys and the only relationship I want with girls is friendship. But as i am writing this my mind is saying, &quot;you wouldn&#039;t mind it, it would be fun!&quot; Whenever I go out, it is just natural for me to want to impress a guy. I have never wanted to dress to impress a girl. I cant picture my future with a girl because its just not me. I also don&#039;t think it is necessary to come out because deep down I know i&#039;m not.<br />I used to have bad intrusive thoughts, but now those thoughts aren&#039;t even...<br /> <br /> <a href="https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/is_this_hocd_anymore%CA%94_c-3_u-466025_b-12760.html" class="postlink-local">[ Continued ]</a>';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 27 Apr 2019 03:06:40 -0400';
		

		data[4] = new Array();
		data[4]['title'] = 'help me?';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/help_me%CA%94_c-3_u-347833_b-9950.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/help_me%CA%94_c-3_u-347833_b-9950.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'xzglr';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '9950';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'Hello everyone! <br />Some bad things happened in my life lately, and i really don&#039;t know what to do anymore. And i can&#039;t tell anyone and i really need help... Please help me.<br />I&#039;m a 16 year old girl. I have an older sister who is 20 years old, but lives in another country. I also had an older brother but he died and i&#039;m the youngest kid of my family. My parents were always good to my siblings, but they always abuse me physcially and mentally. My parents divorced when i was 11 and i started to live with my father. But he was always beating me up, throwing me stuff and yelling at me, saying bad stuff to me and i was really depressed. And everyone was bullying me in school because of my look and it was making me really upset and make me hate myself. <br />When i turned 13, i started to live with my mom and she got married last year. But she changed a lot after she got married. She started abuse me, she was always talking about how ugly and stupid and lazy i am etc. Then she started to hitting me. <br />One day my mom and stepdad went out for drinking (they are drunk most of the time already so...) and they came home at like 3 am. And my stepdad tried to rape me. Then i called police, they took him to police station but he didn&#039;t go to jail...<br />After that day, he started to  hit me too and my mom wasn&#039;t saying anything. I had a lot of scars and bruises on my face and body.<br />And then they kicked me out from the house because they said they can&#039;t take stand me anymore and my dad said he doesn&#039;t want me in his home so i&#039;m staying at my friends home for now. <br />I feel really bad. I wanna run away from all of this and I wanna die.  Nobody really cares about me, even my parents. I want to talk to my mom but I can&#039;t do it. I don&#039;t know what to do. <img src="https://www.psychforums.com/images/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":cry:" title="Crying or Very sad" /> <br />Btw i&#039;m sorry for my bad English because my first language isn&#039;t English and i&#039;m still learning. Thank you so much for reading..';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 27 May 2016 11:17:43 -0400';