var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var time = 'Tue, 05 Aug 2025 01:32:00 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'Have i become addicted to sex or has my boyfriend lost interest?';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/have_i_become_addicted_to_sex_or_has_my_boyfriend_lost_interest%CA%94_c-3_u-363285_b-10223.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/have_i_become_addicted_to_sex_or_has_my_boyfriend_lost_interest%CA%94_c-3_u-363285_b-10223.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'Lipsydoll';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '10223';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'So this is my first ever post out into the deep dark internet, but there&#039;s an issue I&#039;m my life and my relationship that I honestly don&#039;t feel I can talk to about with anyone, like not him.. none of my friends.. so here I am turning to complete strangers. <br /><br />So me and my boyfriend have been together 6 months now, we met on tinder and we hit it off like a house on fire straight away! He is one of the best people I have ever met, I&#039;m super attracted to him and he actually wants to spend all his time with me which is more than I can say for any of my exes and we have had a great relationship thus far, except for one thing... So I have felt increasingly upset about this as time has gone on, like when we first got together we were exploring each other emotionally and also sexually, and with him being 9 years older than myself, he had a lot more sexual experience than me and he has introduced me to some new areas such an anal and general bum play which I have loved! So the first bit of our relationship, sexually this has been amazing.. but over the last couple of months he has become more tired and less interested in having sex with me, he has never been one to kiss me lots but again in the last couple of months this has diminished into giving me a peck in the morning before he goes to work.. and unless we are actually having sex, I don&#039;t get kisses off him.. he doesn&#039;t ever just snog me, and this hurts. Whenever I talk to him about it I just get &#039;I&#039;m not a lovey dovey kind of person&#039; or &#039;I&#039;m not a snoggy type of person&#039; which is ok, well its not ok.. because from where I&#039;m standing I literally just crave so much more! Since loosing 6-7 stone over the past year I feel my sex drive has sky rocketed and I find myself wanting sex all the time, whenever I&#039;m with him I just want to ###$ him and him do bad things to me, and when I&#039;m alone.. I touch myself. When I&#039;m alone and when I&#039;m not busy I am constantly masturbating, I make myself cum sometimes 3-4 times a day when I have that chance. And so when I&#039;m with this man who makes me so happy and who I am sexually attracted to immensely, I just want him.. and I feel that he doesn&#039;t want me as hard as I want him. When we get into bed and he makes his excuses, bats my hand away from him and tells me he&#039;s tired, I cant help but feel gutted.. I feel deflated, it kills me inside and I have to pretend like its okay and roll over and go to sleep when in fact I&#039;m so hurt. Now, please understand when I say we do have quite regular sex, sometimes we can go a few times in a day, but on average I would say about 4 times a week.. sometimes a lot more? Now, this is where I think I have a slight addiction.. because it doesn&#039;t seem to be enough, I want to feel that intimacy so much more, maybe its because I don&#039;t get the little kisses throughout the day or even that passionate snog in the car before we go for dinner.. He is not the romantic type and unfortunately this massively shows, he never tells me I&#039;m beautiful or says romantic things to me, or does anything romantic, and well 6 months in and he hasn&#039;t told me he loves me. I understand people go at different paces but due to this, I&#039;m left wanting more.. and I&#039;m having wondering thoughts, I&#039;m lusting after anyone at the moment and I hate myself because actually the one person I want the absolute most is my boyfriend. I have tried talking to him, and I just don&#039;t seem to get anywhere.. He doesn&#039;t have much to say and just comes back with the normal &#039;I&#039;m just not the romantic type&#039; and  &#039;I&#039;m just so tired from work&#039;. I feel like he isn&#039;t fully into me? Only apart from the fact he actually wants to see me all the time and literally does anything for me, he looks after me and makes me feel safe, and happy.. But where is my romance? I am a woman, with an incredibly high sex drive who just wants my man to have sex with me all the time and tell me I&#039;m ######6 beautiful!';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 20 Sep 2016 07:27:37 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'My friend scares me.';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_friend_scares_me._c-3_u-420947_b-11256.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_friend_scares_me._c-3_u-420947_b-11256.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'Baloo197';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '11256';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'My friend absolutely terrifies me. He has never done anything violent or harmful to me and is the most gentle and peaceful person I know (Though he is quite distant). He is also the most dangerous person I know. He usually has a calming air about him. It&#039;s calming to the point where he picked a bee off a flower and held it in his open palm for who knows how long before he sent it back on the flower without it stinging him. However, his air about him changes to absolute dread when he gets aggressive. This dread caused a dog to whimper and hide just by being near him. A moment to feel this dread is to ask him about his past.<br /><br />My friend has a rather dark past. He had drug addict, alcoholic, and sick parents for the first three years of his life who were constantly fighting. He also was being watched by his legally crazy grandparents who were also drug addict alcoholics. He saw his mother brutally die in front of him from a car accident he was in. His father legally died then came back into a coma. He was physically, emotionally, and psychologically abused. He was raped. He was constantly being bullied at school and at home by his cousins. He hasn&#039;t seen his sister for ten years. He almost died countless times. He was also taken away from his father by the CPS. I was his first friend ever, and that was in the 5th grade (He was held back one year). I am still one of his only friends. The bullying never really stopped, it&#039;s just that everyone was to scared to.<br /><br />As I said before, he is the best person I have ever met. However, he becomes a monster when aggressive. During these moments, he is not angry in any way. He is actually very happy when he is aggressive. I have seen him do some monster like things when he is like that. Ranging from will his way through a sleep hold to overpowering four football players. A note to take is how he is a 5&#039; 5&quot; 135 lbs slender-athletic build guy who isn&#039;t very bulky despite his martial art training, but he is stronger than he looks and is very resilient. When he becomes aggressive, his entire being changes. His eyes become empty and have a death stare, his body language becomes feral and relaxed, He gets a joker like smile and tries to keep himself from giggling and almost growls, the air around him becomes full of dread, and his already efficient and dangerous fighting style becomes even more efficient and dangerous. When he is in a fight, killing an insect, or gutting a hunted animal he laughs harder and smiles harder. He clearly enjoys being hit or hurting things when he is in that state. He also doesn&#039;t feel any physical pain in that state. After he snaps back to normal, he bursts into a crying mess, and will often vanish when we all check to see if the guy he was fighting is okay.<br /><br />When he is normal, he has noble body language, a gentle look on his face, and love in his eyes. He will try to never harm anything and will resolve anything peacefully. He also genuinely cares about his few friends and gives amazing advise and can console anyone.<br /><br />My friend has gone to therapy, but the fact he couldn&#039;t remember what he did in the aggressive moment, the therapy didn&#039;t help him know what was wrong with him. He also went to anger management, but he apparently has an outstanding control over his anger. We both wonder what is wrong with him, and I am absolutely terrified of him even when he isn&#039;t in his aggressive state.';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 14 Jul 2017 03:40:15 -0400';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'The weekend's reading';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/the_weekend%CA%B9s_reading_c-3_u-88016_b-2849.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/the_weekend%CA%B9s_reading_c-3_u-88016_b-2849.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'Ada';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '2849';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'Quotes from an interview with psychoanalyst and writer, Adam Phillips: <br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m not on the side of frustration exactly, so much as the idea that one has to be able to bear frustration in order for satisfaction to be realistic. I&#039;m interested in how the culture of consumer capitalism depends on the idea that we can&#039;t bear frustration, so that every time we feel a bit restless or bored or irritable, we eat, say, or we shop.<br /><br />&quot;It&#039;s only in an initial state of privation that you can begin to have thoughts about what it is you might want, to really imagine or picture it. It&#039;s very difficult to know what we&#039;re frustrated by. In making the case for frustration I want to make it more interesting, such that people can talk or think about it in different ways.&quot;<br /><br />For him, psychoanalysis is a set of stories that we tell ourselves and each other, a way of redescribing our experiences. &quot;To begin with, one needs to understand,&quot; he says, &quot;but I think the final project is to relieve oneself of the need for self-knowledge. It&#039;s not that it&#039;s useless – in some areas of life it&#039;s very useful – but there are lots of areas in which it isn&#039;t, and in some areas it&#039;s actually pre-emptive and defensive, and this is where psychoanalysis potentially fails people, by assuming there is an infinite project and that the best thing you can do in life is to know yourself. Well, I don&#039;t think that&#039;s true.&quot;<br /><br />http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2012/jun/01/adam-phillips-life-in-writing<br /><br /><br />&quot;I believe in what you see being most of what there is… and that life&#039;s passed on to us empty. So, while significance weighs heavy, that&#039;s the most it does. Hidden meaning is all but absent.&quot; <br />:: Richard Ford (from the novel &#039;Canada&#039;.)';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 04 Jun 2012 13:22:48 -0400';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'I don't know';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_don%CA%B9t_know_c-3_u-81324_b-2104.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_don%CA%B9t_know_c-3_u-81324_b-2104.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'little♥monster';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '2104';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'I just don&#039;t understand my &quot;family&quot;. I leave my purse and wallet out on the table and they come and go through it. They just pick my wallet up and flip through my check book. And when I said something my grandmother got mad. She just got mad and smarted me off, then walked away. It&#039;s like this all the time, it&#039;s like I&#039;m supposed to let them run over me and do or say whatever they want about me or my stuff, and if I say anything I&#039;m a bitch or I don&#039;t know what I&#039;m talking about. Honestly it makes me sick just to be here. Sometimes I just feel like I can&#039;t take it anymore, like my time is over and I should just commit suicide.';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 30 Jan 2012 21:16:18 -0500';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'Cutting away the ugly part of me...';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/cutting_away_the_ugly_part_of_me..._c-3_u-87678_b-4008.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/cutting_away_the_ugly_part_of_me..._c-3_u-87678_b-4008.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'cfit60';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '4008';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'Hello, I&#039;m a cutter...<br /><br />Why do I cut?  What turned me into a self hater who scars his body and often wants to die?<br /><br />I&#039;m a 44 year old man who has seen his world fall apart two years ago.  I was seriously injured on the job to the point of full disability.  I can no longer do the job I lived to do, which was Police work.  Add to that the fact that I suffer horrific pain everyday due to my back injury.  I have crushed a total of 9 discs in my upper, middle and lower back and have to use a cane to walk.<br /><br />Not only do I have permanent nerve damage, but as a result I lost function of my bladder and need to urinate with a catheter and a leg bag.  I have had several surgeries to include a two level cervical fusion, an interstim implant for my bladder and a Morphine drug pump implant. Despite these surgeries, the Morphine pump and oral pain meds I am still in a great deal of pain all day and night; awake and sleeping.  I still have a few more surgeries I must endure in the next year. This physical pain alone is one reason why I cut myself. <br /><br />Since I don&#039;t have any control of the constant pain related to my back injury I at least have control over the pain I endure when I cut myself.  I don&#039;t scratch myself...when I cut I cut deep and I have scars over 70% of my body.  I often cut out of anger or frustration, because I lost my passion for life when I lost my career as a Police Officer.  It&#039;s extremely difficult to go from being physically able to chase bad guys, make arrests and help others to someone who can barely walk and is in constant pain.  <br /><br />Over the past two years I have gone from a mentally confident and competent person to a mental basket case.  Now I must say that prior to my career ending injury I suffered from PTSD and bouts of depression related to my Police experiences while employed by NYPD during 9-11 and survivor&#039;s guilt.  Also, growing up I would from time to time cut myself. Oh yeah and when I was 13 years old I slit my wrist and OD on medication in an attempt to end my life.  It was really tough covering up the huge ass scar on my wrist, especially while applying for work as a Police Officer.  I don&#039;t regret the scar, I regret the fact that I lived.  Looking back I guess there have been many times where I was in harms way and could of, should have died, but didn&#039;t.  This happened more often of course during my Ten years of Police work.  Looking back now I can honestly say that I wanted to be a Police Officer so I could die. Had you asked me while I was still working as a Police Officer I would have said it was so I could help people and save lives.<br /><br />Anyways, I now suffer from a whole host of mental disorders, such as Major Depressive Disorder, BiPolar Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, PTSD and a couple of other disorders that escape me at this time.  I&#039;m taking a handful of medication daily in the hopes of controlling my mental and physical pain.<br /><br />It&#039;s not working, I can&#039;t sleep and the urges to cut keep getting stronger.  I also envision me cutting my own throat with a knife. I can be sitting on the couch watching a TV show and out of no where I see it...I see the knife in my hand held to my throat.  I wonder, is this how I am supposed to die?  I always hoped it would be via lead poison ( aka a bullet).  No matter, I keep cutting and my wife sees the cuts and scars and naturally freaks out.  I&#039;m putting her through hell and that just adds to my anxiety and frustration that often boils over and results in even more cutting!  I wish I could post pictures so you can see my scars and know that this is for real.  I&#039;m living a nightmare and I&#039;m ashamed of myself for being so weak. Two years ago I was a decent role model for other Officers and the community I lived to protect and serve.  Now...now I am suicidal and spend most of my time at home, in pain and alone.  <br /><br />The urges are becoming too great and I&#039;m fast losing any control. My cuts are becoming deeper and deeper.  How can I cut out the ugly side of me when...<br /> <br /> <a href="https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/cutting_away_the_ugly_part_of_me..._c-3_u-87678_b-4008.html" class="postlink-local">[ Continued ]</a>';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 15 Jan 2013 22:33:57 -0500';