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 13:58:06 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = '17 year old attracted to men in their 50s';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/17_year_old_attracted_to_men_in_their_50s_c-3_u-91118_b-3094.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/17_year_old_attracted_to_men_in_their_50s_c-3_u-91118_b-3094.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'Cindy6';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '3094';
		data[0]['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[0]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 19 Jul 2012 09:08:22 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'Scars i want to keep *tw*';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/scars_i_want_to_keep_*tw*_c-3_u-263420_b-7239.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/scars_i_want_to_keep_*tw*_c-3_u-263420_b-7239.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'sschoemaker';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '7239';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'My mom wants me to get rid of my scars...But i find i really don&#039;t want too. I don&#039;t not want to wake up and not see them there on my left shoulder, on my left wrist and my right hip bone. Sick? Very, i know. My own mom looked at me like i was crazy when i told her, which i probably am. No healthy person cuts themselves, that&#039;s obvious. Or at least in my case, used too.<br /><br />I stopped cutting maybe a couple of months before high school graduation but it wasn&#039;t due to my mother finding me out. Instead my boyfriend did and made me promise to never do it again, cutting my mother to the punch line. My mom found out a month after him, i believe. She didn&#039;t believe me when i told her i stopped, so i gave her the scissors i used to hurt myself. That was my second step to stopping i guess. My third had to be when she got me medicine to take away the scars...but now on the fourth step, actually putting the stuff on, i&#039;m stuck.<br /><br /> I&#039;ve put it on once or twice but not religiously. I hate the idea of them not being there. They give me comfort and make me feel better. Am i wrong in wanting them there?';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 25 Jul 2014 04:13:06 -0400';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'AvPD, SAD, lack of eye contact, and fear of being touched?';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/avpd_sad_lack_of_eye_contact_and_fear_of_being_touched%CA%94_c-3_u-235406_b-5338.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/avpd_sad_lack_of_eye_contact_and_fear_of_being_touched%CA%94_c-3_u-235406_b-5338.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'Ashley_kate23';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '5338';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'I was diagnosed with AvPD and SAD and I was wondering if anyone has a horrible problem with eye contact and being touched?<br />I have never been able to make eye contact unless I absolutely felt like it was necessary so that I didn&#039;t seem rude. <br />I can&#039;t make eye contact with my dad no matter what and I can barely make eye contact with my mom. <br /><br />I also have a hard time dealing with being touched. When someone accidentally touches me, I literally cringe. I then feel like I need to go wash whatever part they touched me. I can&#039;t be touched by my dad because it just feels horrible! If he touches me, I feel like I&#039;m going to cry. I&#039;m okay with my mom touching me SOMETIMES, but she doesn&#039;t want to touch me because she has issues of her own. <br />I just hate being touched so much. Hugs and hand shaking are horrifying for me. <br />I want to get over this, but at the same time I just really don&#039;t want to ever be touched.';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 10 Sep 2013 22:23:31 -0400';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = '+ Johnny and The Cupcake Girl +';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/%2B_johnny_and_the_cupcake_girl_%2B_c-3_u-284835_b-9184.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/%2B_johnny_and_the_cupcake_girl_%2B_c-3_u-284835_b-9184.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'mushybaNaNaNa';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '9184';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = '----Every new day can change one&#039;s life; Every new experience can deepen the realm within ones world. These notions run parallel, to the story of Johnny and The Cupcake Girl----<br /><br />(Character Background. If looking for eroticism, skip to next chapters.)<br /><br />Prelude: Aromatic Cupcakes<br /><br />The sun was beaming through the cracks of the curtains - Johnny woke up, always curious as to what the day would entail. Getting ready for work at the store was a very systematic process for him. Every slight movement, down to the way he dried off his vascular body after a steaming shower, was replicated with exact precision. <br /><br />Coffee and cigarettes. The fix of the morning, yet today they seemed ever so weak. Bitter sensations on the tongue - Johnny needing something new.. Something sweet.<br /><br />His inner world was intense. Always maneuvering, always watching - ever changing. Those simpletons who he sped by on the inter-state know no sensation similar to the ones concocted by Johnny&#039;s dis-inhibited mind. <br /><br />Many are curious, but few truly venture. Today was the day, like so many before, that one curious, light-hearted being, would accept any contingencies within coffee shop: The Cupcake Girl. After all, what was life for the young girl without knowledge of the unknown? She was so full of life, full of energy, but being virgin to many experience which she knew exist, felt like a ghost on a winding path.. She was so confused about the world.. People and their intentions.. What she wanted.. What she stood for.. The Cupcake Girl needed something stable - Something definite. Something, to hold on to.<br /><br />Unbeknownst to the depths of the labyrinth, The Cupcake Girl took the leap of faith that was so intrinsic to her nature, and necessary to develop her ever curious mind regarding that of which she had no experience.<br /><br />Her name was Pricilla. And she smelled exactly like she looked.';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 30 Oct 2015 17:34:00 -0400';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'I feel as if my DP/DR is irreversible?';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_feel_as_if_my_dpdr_is_irreversible%CA%94_c-3_u-247564_b-5713.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_feel_as_if_my_dpdr_is_irreversible%CA%94_c-3_u-247564_b-5713.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'maryghan';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '5713';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'I&#039;ve had dp/dr, emphasis on the DR, for about 4-5 months. I&#039;m 19 years old. I know I got it after a visit to the ER a few months ago for chest pains, which turned out to be acid reflux. On top of that, I was and still am having migraines and very intense sharp pains in my head. I do have an appt with a neurologist. <br />Anyway, the world has felt completely fake and dreamy to me starting a few weeks or days after that visit to the hospital. I know my anxiety spiked an extraordinary amount, the worst it&#039;s ever been. I&#039;ve been suffering from panic attacks since I was about 9 or 10 -- I remember sort of feeling derealized once back then too. However I didn&#039;t process it as intensely, so it went away quickly, plus I was young and my mind was occupied almost always. <br />I&#039;m just terrified at the moment, because I&#039;ve always been tortured by existential thoughts to begin with, but having dp/dr makes them so much worse. Unbearably worse -- they would send me into a spiralling panic where I&#039;d just cry and cry for days on end, and I hate being alone with my thoughts -- I&#039;ve been sleeping in my mom&#039;s bed  <img src="https://www.psychforums.com/images/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" title="Embarassed" />  This dreamy feeling is so real, I can&#039;t always convince myself that I&#039;m not dreaming, or that the world ISN&#039;T fake. And that is what&#039;s been getting worse. It&#039;s like my brain is convincing me everything is fake,oh well. I feel completely hopeless at this point.<br />My panic attacks lately have been about how I can&#039;t believe I&#039;m going through this. I can&#039;t believe this is actually happening, so my brain says &quot;it&#039;s not&quot; and now I&#039;m fk&#039;d.<br />Will everything ever feel real again?<br />Will I ever enjoy life again?<br />I think another reason I&#039;m stuck in this is because I&#039;m not in school, and I&#039;m unemployed, There&#039;s only so much I can do to get a job. I&#039;ve applied everywhere.<br />I have memory problems, panic attacks in which I feel as if I&#039;ve dropped acid, and the world feels so fake I can&#039;t believe it&#039;s not. Writing all this down/talking about it does not help one bit. I&#039;ve purchased 2 books in the mail that are supposed to help me--one should come tomorrow, so wish me luck xx<br />This is one fk&#039;d up anxiety symptom.<br />(Hard to process it even is one anymore)';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 29 Oct 2013 12:34:46 -0400';