var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var time = 'Thu, 07 Aug 2025 18:05:03 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'Should you buy a gift for your therapist ?';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/should_you_buy_a_gift_for_your_therapist_%CA%94_c-3_u-444168_b-12050.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/should_you_buy_a_gift_for_your_therapist_%CA%94_c-3_u-444168_b-12050.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'APPLEAPPLE18';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '12050';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'Hi, <br /><br />So I would like to know what you think, I have been lucky enough to see a therapist for three months in an organisation that provides free counselling. She has really helped me and I want to thank her with maybe a card and or a box of chocolates but I don&#039;t know if it is appropriate.<br /> I think it is because the service was free so she has been giving her free time to help me and I have seen cards in her office, would a small box of chocolates at the end of our last session be appropriate ?<br /><br />Thank you for your advice <img src="https://www.psychforums.com/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" title="Smile" />';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 24 Apr 2018 14:14:46 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'Very Vivid Freakish Nightmare in Detail With Weird Leg Pain?';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/very_vivid_freakish_nightmare_in_detail_with_weird_leg_pain%CA%94_c-3_u-133671_b-4091.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/very_vivid_freakish_nightmare_in_detail_with_weird_leg_pain%CA%94_c-3_u-133671_b-4091.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'wendyjean_';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '4091';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'Ok, so I&#039;ve been up for about a half an hour since this &quot;nightmare&quot; that I had. I don&#039;t remember the beginning but, it was short, extremely vivid and has me a little shooken up. <img src="https://www.psychforums.com/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" title="Sad" /><br />Ok, so I was at my ex boyfriends house. His mom had this extremely amazing camera which she let me use to take some quick pictures of. So I proceed to the back door, snap a picture of the sky from the back porch. Then I end up towards the end of the back yard by the fence while holding the camera on an angle. I take a picture of the backyard and the back of his house and review the picture. There, I see a little girl, in a purple dress with curly long brown hair bending over picking a dandelion. I look away from the camera in awe checking to make sure I&#039;m not seeing anything, but low and behold I am, I just captured a ghost on camera. She was freakishly see through but yet so bold. I then run around to the front of the house avoiding her area. I run in the house and show the picture to my ex boyfriend telling him &quot;do you see anything wrong in this picture!?&quot; He then says, no. Then I zoom in on her, and he says &quot;wow that&#039;s insane&quot; and calls his mom over. I then show her, and it begins to get darker and darker in the house while she just has a blank stare on her face. She runs upstairs disappearing saying, &quot;someone turn some lights on in this house&quot; meanwhile, I literally cannot breathe, I am literally having a panic attack in my dream as my ex boyfriend picks me up and holds me. I then awaken from this physically terrifying &quot;dream&quot; with my mouth open, and I&#039;m stuck. Literally stuck for twenty minutes in a daze and I cannot move. After I actually come to my senses I&#039;m scared, terrified and in a lot of pain. As of right now, about an hour after my dream, my legs hurt really bad. Like they got ran over or something. A very dull pain shooting from my hip down to my big toe. I have never EVER experienced a &quot;dream&quot; like this before, and if anyone has any insight, or opinion as to why I woke up in pain from this, it would be appreciated. I&#039;m honestly still in shock from how vivid this little girl was. I&#039;m too afraid to go back to bed and rest peacefully.';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 31 Jan 2013 01:17:07 -0500';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'Please help. I feel like such a freak and I hate myself so much.';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/please_help._i_feel_like_such_a_freak_and_i_hate_myself_so_much._c-3_u-83711_b-2348.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/please_help._i_feel_like_such_a_freak_and_i_hate_myself_so_much._c-3_u-83711_b-2348.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'Vexed111';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '2348';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'I am a sixteen year old female who is sexually attracted to her own mother. I&#039;m incredibly ashamed of it and I have no idea why I feel this way. I don&#039;t find her attractive. And I&#039;ve actually had an absolutely horrible relationship with her ever since i was 13 and I cannot stand the woman. <br />Honestly, the relationship is so horrible. I have trouble hearing her voice without getting incredibly pissed off. But recently I&#039;ve been getting so angry, that I actually become turned on. Now, the littlest things she does that used to make me so angry, now turn me on. For example, the way she handles everything so delicately, how soft her voice is...ect. ect. <br /><br />I&#039;ve been feeling this way for about 6 months and its been progressively getting worse. Now I find it invading my thoughts, and being on my mind frequently.<br />I have struggled with OCD in the past... Obsessive thoughts about things such as incest and bestiality .. but I&#039;ve never had problems with obsessive thinking AND erotic feelings.<br /><br />Please. help. I&#039;ve attempted suicide because of this, and I haven&#039;t been able to bring myself to tell my therapist or psychiatrist.<br />I have looked on some forums saying that feeling sexually attracted to a family member is more common than people realize... which makes me feel a little bit better.<br /><br />But I would like to know why on earth do I feel this way? And how can I make it go away?';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 16 Mar 2012 17:30:38 -0400';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'Ending Silence';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/ending_silence_c-3_u-141015_b-4200.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/ending_silence_c-3_u-141015_b-4200.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'maat888';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '4200';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'From what I have been told, I was talking and walking by 9 months old. Perhaps it is an exaggeration, but I can attest to the ease I have experienced in school, with dealing with problems, and assessing the “right” behavior in situations. <br /><br />I have had one imaginary friend, from what I can remember, since I was about two years old. I remember when he first knocked on the door, a back door with a mud room in my house, and I let him in. I would tease my Dad that he was my boy friend. He kept me wonderful company and was an enlightening, safe harbor. I remember another time when someone entered through this same door. I remember that I was handed a stuffed animal by this man, but I cannot recall any more.<br /><br />When I was seven, I remember feeling sure that I could survive on my own, if only my parents would let me alone. In kindergarten, I could read chapter books and would forge my mother’s signature on the homework list each week. I remember wanting the independence from my mother to moderate my own life.<br /><br />My favorite thing to do at that time was read. I had a children’s encyclopedia and learned about sexual reproduction in this fashion. I discovered an obsession with looking at Michael Angelo’s “David” sculpture. I would sit and look at it for different durations each day.<br /><br />Between seven and nine, my parents split up (though, I had suspected it for over a year). At this time I began having very sexual, very vivid dreams. One dream I remember was of my self in a hotel room, seducing a much older, ugly man. I believe between six and seven I was sexually abused again, by the same close friend of my family that had been in my life much earlier, and that I had let into my home through the mud room door. I cannot remember it happening, but I have returned to a certain event when I remember I was alone with this person, and there are blank spots in my memory. <br /><br />I started touching my self with my dolls or stuffed animals around this time, I don’t really understand why. I would “tell” my sister’s fortune by looking into my crystal ball. Around the same time I stopped feeling normal. When I saw myself in the mirror, I felt an intense, unnatural feeling. It was almost disgust. It increased when I had on feminine clothing. I still feel it, sometimes seemingly random and sometimes by noticeable triggers, to this day.<br /><br />When I was nine, I realized that my father was not scary. I saw that he would raise his voice to intimidate me- and, I saw that it was just that- and that I was capable of it too. This led me to a strange relationship with aggression. I began to “dominate” my siblings, feel an anger that was confusing and overwhelming. I felt as if something in me was red fire hot, and I had no control over it, nor the ability to stop it, nor the knowledge of how it started. I felt like a victim while I victimized other people. And still, though less frequently and with more control to mask it, I have this sensation of being a puppet. At this time I also began trying to study witch craft and wanted to be a vampire. I would mediate and attempt to make spells.<br /><br />By the time I was eleven, I was not only participating in on-line sex and wishing to be kissed by a boy at school, but I was finding attendance at school more difficult, as well as having increased bouts with anxiety and depression. This only worsened as I got older. And by fourteen, I was full blown suicidal. My parents attempted to get me help, but the doctors, therapists, teachers, and medication were so easily manipulated that no one could touch me.<br /><br />I would get into these crazed, raging fits of frustration and aggression. I would yell, scream, shake, cry, weep, sob; I was frightening. I started “cutting” which was mostly scratching. I started messing around with older guys. I started lying and going out and trying to drink/party as much as possible. When my father would have a chance to sit and talk to me, he would try to hug me, but I would yell insults until he would give up. I remember ...<br /> <br /> <a href="https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/ending_silence_c-3_u-141015_b-4200.html" class="postlink-local">[ Continued ]</a>';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Sun, 17 Feb 2013 02:40:09 -0500';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'I think I love someone I should'nt...?';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_think_i_love_someone_i_should%CA%B9nt...%CA%94_c-3_u-137603_b-4136.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_think_i_love_someone_i_should%CA%B9nt...%CA%94_c-3_u-137603_b-4136.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'LookToTheNightSky';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '4136';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'I&#039;m a teen girl and a bit confused. I&#039;ve looked up on this and read stories similar to mine but not exactly the same. As long as I have remembered I would get crushed on boys and even had a boyfriend not long ago. I remember having friends that were girls and loved being around them, especially if they had a great personality but that&#039;s all..when I got with my boyfriend, it was great at first and I knew I liked him because I always got butterflies around him and he always made me smile without even saying anything. At the same time I was gaining a best friend and we we&#039;re getting really close really fast. She became like a sister to me and I loved her, like a sister nothing else. Later on I began to loose interest in my boyfriend and was getting stressed out because I didn&#039;t want to hurt him and break up with him so I stood with him for almost a year but towards the end we didn&#039;t really talk and I was stressing out. My friend was there through it all, when I was stressing out because me and my bf weren&#039;t talking later that day she was the one making me laugh, smile, and feel happy again. Because of it I got the feeling of wanting to protect her as much as possible and promising her I&#039;d always be there for her like she is for me. She knew I wa having boyfriend problems because I didn&#039;t like him anymore yet we we&#039;re still together, she encouraged me to break up with him saying I&#039;d be better off without him. At school we acted like really close friends but outside of school either at volleyball practice at home she acted a bit different. She acted more silly when it was just us and always laughed at anything I did, be it I mess up or just being clumsy. soon I began getting tongue-tied talking to her because she kept eye contact the whole conversation, something I couldn&#039;t do. So I would look away for a second while we were talking and when I&#039;d look back she still would be watching me, trying to hide a smile which started giving me butterflies. these little feelings have been getting stronger &amp; I don&#039;t know what&#039;s happening. We promised each other we&#039;d be there for each other always, she&#039;s so close to me and my family and me with hers. At school I don&#039;t have any classes with her this year and try to be with her as much as possible, I just really love her company, even if it&#039;s less than 5 minutes. If I see her this force makes me call her, it literally feels like a physical force, and when I call her I see her turn and when she sees me she always smiles. Seeing her smile always makes me happy and when I&#039;m not with her I can&#039;t wait to see her. I&#039;m starting to miss her very easily and sort of get jealous when she&#039;s with her other friends, one in particular. When she&#039;s with that one particular friend and Im there it&#039;s like I don&#039;t exist yet later when she&#039;s gone Im the one she stays close by to, even if there&#039;s other people we talk to with us. I&#039;ve told her &quot;I love you&quot; and she actually said &quot;I love you too&quot; but it was at night when we were going to sleep, I wasn&#039;t sure if she actually meant it or she was half-asleep when she said it. Another thing is that when we sleep together in the middle of the night she always ends up cuddled next to me, her arm around me like she&#039;s hugging me, honestly It&#039;s something I look forward to whenever she spends the night, even if she is asleep when she does it. If I don&#039;t she her for a while I swear I get depressed. These feelings have just been getting stronger since I broke up with my bf. I still get crushes on guys yet she always manages to get stuck on my mind, I don&#039;t know whats going on....I feel like im in love with someone I shouldn&#039;t be in love with. Help?  <img src="https://www.psychforums.com/images/smilies/icon_question.gif" alt=":?:" title="Question" />';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 07 Feb 2013 23:35:38 -0500';