var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var site_desc = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum';
		var time = 'Sun, 10 Aug 2025 10:03:23 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'Do I sound like an aspergirl? OCD, Tourettes,';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/do_i_sound_like_an_aspergirl%CA%94_ocd_tourettes_c-3_u-446650_b-12263.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/do_i_sound_like_an_aspergirl%CA%94_ocd_tourettes_c-3_u-446650_b-12263.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'Queencoco';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '12263';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'Hi there!<br />20 year old girl looking for some guidance.<br />I have a history of mental health issues but have never been diagnosed with anything. My dad has Tourettes with ocd and my sister has anxiety disorder. We all take prozac for our anxieties though im not diagnosed. I have tendencies toward ocd, Aspergers, anxiety, and eating disorders but do not fit a particular box. Im going to list my obscure quirks based on which issue I think they fit and hopefully someone can help me if they relate or understand!<br /><br />OCD Tendencies:<br />I have an intense fear of germs, but only human germs. Im fine with the ocean, dirt, or sand etc as long as I can wash my hands after but I can&#039;t touch doorknobs, money, etc without washing my hands IMMEDIATELY. The strange thing is I don&#039;t obsess over what these germs will do to me, like I don&#039;t think ill get sick or die or anything, I can just &quot;feel&quot; the germ on my hand or body and it drives me crazy until I wash it off. If I touch something really dirty, I have to wash my hands 3 times for the dirty feeling to go away. <br /><br />When i was about 5 my ocd tendencies started to come out and it manifested in me being afraid of germs and dead things. Dead things WERE dirty to me. I stopped eating meat. I put my favorite toys on a high shelf and refused to play with them because I didnt want to get them dirty. I washed my hands until they’d bleed and i had to wear socks on them. Since spiders killed things, they became the dirtiest thing in the world to me. If a spider touched something, I couldnt touch that thing unless it was washed. My parents got me a “cleaning spray” (which i now suspect was just water) to spray things so i could touch them again. When I was six, a butterfly died in our hallway and got covered in ants. I had to leap over that spot in the hallway because I couldn’t touch it, and I did that until we moved out of that house 2 years later. I had meltdown after meltdown because I found out the seats in my car were made of leather.<br /><br />I still can’t touch anything if a spider has walked on it. I live in the forest, so they are always in my home. I wear shoes and socks in the house because I can’t touch the floor. If something falls on the ground I either throw it away or have to pick it up with gloves and wash it. I know this is irrational and there is no fear driving it, but if I touch any place a spider has been or if a spider touches me i have to scrub and scrub my body… this is very exhausting. <br /><br />Because of this I get overwhelmed by small tasks. My dad used to always get mad at me because I would leave the fridge door open when Id take something out of it, until I finally explained that I have to use my shirt to open the door and its very difficult because sometimes I accidentally touch the door and have to wash my hands again...etc. If i drop something on the floor in my house now I usually leave it there because otherwise I’d have to get gloves, pick it up, wash it, then wash my hands.. Etc.<br /><br />Un-identified Tendencies:<br />I hate eye contact. It feels so unnatural to me, I usually avoid it unless I know its important (job interview, date, etc) and then I have to purposefully hold my gaze and focus on looking attentive. I often stop paying attention to what people are saying because I’m focusing so hard on looking like I’m paying attention (lol). I hate sitting across from people because eye contact, I always make my boyfriend sit next to me at restaurants.<br /><br />I have trouble with personal space/boundaries. In lines I always get too close to people without realizing, my boyfriend has to pull me away/remind me to give people space.<br /><br />If I get excited about something, I talk very very loudly without noticing. I always have to be reminded to stop yelling..<br /><br />I am super clumsy and awkward. I am ALWAYS bumping into things/dropping things.. Especially in the morning.<br /><br />My sister and boyfriend recently told me that people often think I am a bitch when they first meet me because of my humor. I have a super blunt/...<br /> <br /> <a href="https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/do_i_sound_like_an_aspergirl%CA%94_ocd_tourettes_c-3_u-446650_b-12263.html" class="postlink-local">[ Continued ]</a>';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 14 Jul 2018 22:45:24 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'projecting?';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/projecting%CA%94_c-3_u-457238_b-12656.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/projecting%CA%94_c-3_u-457238_b-12656.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'tiredwife';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '12656';
		data[1]['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[1]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 31 Jan 2019 14:08:34 -0500';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'Dirty Feelings and Fantasy';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/dirty_feelings_and_fantasy_c-3_u-323070_b-9472.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/dirty_feelings_and_fantasy_c-3_u-323070_b-9472.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'fantasyboy';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '9472';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'i am 23 year old and doing a job as a designer.<br />now a days my feelings is very dirty and i start doing fantasy about dirty things.<br />i can&#039;t explain what should i do now ?';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 26 Jan 2016 11:43:31 -0500';
		

		data[3] = new Array();
		data[3]['title'] = 'What to do?';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/what_to_do%CA%94_c-3_u-214057_b-4862.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/what_to_do%CA%94_c-3_u-214057_b-4862.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'Orange16';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '4862';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'I&#039;m not sure what I should do, I had a dream and my therapist was in my dream, by the way the dream was NOT sexual. I am wondering if I should tell him about my dream or not????';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Sun, 07 Jul 2013 00:58:11 -0400';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'Logging My Journey';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/logging_my_journey_c-3_u-289698_b-8568.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/logging_my_journey_c-3_u-289698_b-8568.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'maggie246816';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '8568';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'I saw that people on this website are able to have a blog, and I took that opportunity. Though I may not have much experience with blogging--besides having a tumblr account--I love to write. Amd I&#039;d like to document everything that happens to me. <br /><br />My name is Maggie. I&#039;m an 18 year old caucasian (biological) female. I do prefer male pronouns, but not many people acknowledge that. <br /><br />Thus far, my significant other (Autumn) and I have met two alters. The most prominent alter&#039;s name is Reiner. To my embarrassment, he is a character from the anime &quot;Attack on Titan&quot;. Reiner Braun is a rather tall, muscular blonde boy. If you want more information on the character, check the anime&#039;s wiki. <br /><br />He is friendly most of the time, but he can be pretty aggressive or sad or angry or confused or frustrated... He&#039;s an alter. He&#039;s a person... Kind of. I like to think that he is his own person. <br /><br />Strangely enough, I&#039;ve spoken to him, before. A few nights ago, I switched to Reiner mode. Autumn told me that he was freaking out and panicking and speaking in German. (For the record, I only know how to say a few things in German.) Somehow, in the midst of his anxiety attack, my mind showed up. I felt as if he was sitting directly next to me... And I started speaking to him (in English). After a while of using Google Translate and trying to calm him down, he began speaking in English, again. Reiner was talking to Autumn and me about what was bothering him, why he was so afraid... This experience was one of the weirdest and scariest things I&#039;ve ever been through. <br /><br />(TRIGGER WARNING BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)<br /><br />I&#039;ve been raped, molested, and I found my mother dead. This felt equal to all of those things. Maybe it shouldn&#039;t have been up that high, but it definitely was. <br /><br />(TRIGGER WARNING IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)<br /><br />The past few days and nights, I&#039;ve been able to speak to him. The three of us--Reiner, Autumn, and myself--have a pretty good relationship. For some reason, though, last night, I completely forgot about everything. I forgot the progress we had made by somehow getting my two personalities to interact... Everything. After Autumn tried to remind me for half an hour, I remembered everything. And I&#039;m glad. <br /><br />My other alter, we found, is a 28 year old woman named Scarlette. She is, apparently, a kindergarten teacher. Autumn really hates her and claims that Scarlette is a b****. &quot;She&#039;s one of those women who believe themselves to be &#039;cool&#039; and &#039;one with the teens&#039;.&quot; I don&#039;t exactly blame Autumn for disliking Scarlette. We don&#039;t know much else about this alter, besides the fact that she likes pigs and the color teal. <br /><br />Thank you so much for reading... If you have anything to say or ask, please do so! <br /><br />If you wanted to email me, my email is tamakisrose@gmail.com . Thank you!<br /><br />I love you. You&#039;re important. <br /><br />♡';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 22 Jun 2015 12:48:23 -0400';