var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var site_desc = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum';
		var time = 'Wed, 03 Sep 2025 10:35:26 -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.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/projecting%CA%94_c-3_u-457238_b-12656.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'] = 'I Just Want to have Successful Sex';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_just_want_to_have_successful_sex_c-3_u-292788_b-8685.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_just_want_to_have_successful_sex_c-3_u-292788_b-8685.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'lost_confused21';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '8685';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'My Fiance won&#039;t stop masturbating.  We&#039;ve been together for a year and a half.  In that time, we&#039;ve had sex at least twice a week, average.  And he has been able to finish only a handful of times.  I have begged him to stop.  Tried to explain to him how awful I feel when I can&#039;t make him finish.  Nothing works.  Today, we had a big fight about it.  Because he told me, yet again, he hasn&#039;t stopped.  He tried to compare the fact that I cannot finish during sex to him not being able to.  He makes me finish every time we attempt to have sex, it isn&#039;t vaginally but it still makes us both feel good.  He was mad at me for not having the ability to finish while he is inside me.  Something I can&#039;t help, something out of my control.  He thinks that is the same despite the fact that this wouldn&#039;t even be an issue if he would just stop masturbating.  Claims that if I can&#039;t, its okay that he doesn&#039;t even though it makes me feel awful knowing he is just going to do it later.  We are getting married, planning our life together.  What if we can&#039;t have children because we can&#039;t have sex?  What if we end up resenting each other because of this?  Am I wrong or crazy to think that something has to be done?';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 18 Jul 2015 22:00:47 -0400';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'I had a baby with my father';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_had_a_baby_with_my_father_c-3_u-83378_b-2311.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_had_a_baby_with_my_father_c-3_u-83378_b-2311.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'Nylala';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '2311';
		data[2]['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[2]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 10 Mar 2012 09:25:15 -0500';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'Desire to abuse cat?????';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/desire_to_abuse_cat%CA%94%CA%94%CA%94%CA%94%CA%94_c-3_u-344099_b-9871.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/desire_to_abuse_cat%CA%94%CA%94%CA%94%CA%94%CA%94_c-3_u-344099_b-9871.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'Darkfirerip';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '9871';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'Alright let me start this off with some context, I am a 18 year old senior who&#039;s life revolves around animals. At my house I have a cat and 7 reptiles (all mine), but at my grandparents who i vist every weeked, has not just a cat, but a spawn of pure evil. Now this cat we bought from a home as a kitten and raise it up to the evil it is today, it has never been abused and has a life full of enrichment amd everything it needs. But even so this cat does not let anyone pet it, it never purs, it breaks stuff, attacks at random, and has a ever growing desire to murder. My cat at home is the complete oppisite, so needless to say I was taken back by the attitude, and tried many things to correct this behavior. But recently I have had this ever burning passion to strangle the cat, step on its neck, or simply kill it in anyway possible. This started when the cat decided to ######6 fling one of my gecko enlosers across the room, break in, and eat its tail. It must have thought the taste was good too, because now she wont ######6 leave any of my enclosures alone and i have to hide them in the basement. Ever since she touched my precious child, I&#039;ve felt this way, and I have given up on trying to fix whatever mental problem this cat has, because whenever I see it, I get a visual image in my mind of abusing the thing. This freaks me out, I would never hurt my other animals or even my cat, but this ######6 evil has me going crazy, and these thoughts i have need to stop.';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 30 Apr 2016 01:13:40 -0400';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'Having trouble knowing if I'm me or someone else.';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/having_trouble_knowing_if_i%CA%B9m_me_or_someone_else._c-3_u-411104_b-11101.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/having_trouble_knowing_if_i%CA%B9m_me_or_someone_else._c-3_u-411104_b-11101.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'Pryoproy';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '11101';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'Is it abonormal that whenever I gain interest in a certain show or game that all of a sudden I drop literally all my other interests and focus mainly on one character in that series/game. It gets so bad that I&#039;ll actually imagine myself being in a relationship with them and also adopt most of not all of their traits and pretend I&#039;ve always acted like that when in reality I was different before hand. But then again that could&#039;ve been another character. I&#039;ve been doing this for near 10 years so I don&#039;t even know who I am anymore. It&#039;s frustrating and I&#039;m honestly concerned as it&#039;s nearly ended friendships in the past. In order to stop it, I&#039;ve tryed asking myself am I doing this as me or as the character. This has proved unsuccessful as it just makes me paranoid that I&#039;m being a character when I do something the same way I&#039;d imagine the character doing something. It could be the most mundane task ever and I&#039;ll still be paranoid that I&#039;m not me but someone else.';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Wed, 17 May 2017 07:55:07 -0400';