var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var time = 'Wed, 27 Aug 2025 15:36:32 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'Fighting.';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/fighting._c-3_u-258910_b-7229.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/fighting._c-3_u-258910_b-7229.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'shortsnorts';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '7229';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'I am a victim of sexual abuse. Most of my previous posts were usually pretty short and very vague about my situation. They were mainly used for ranting, so I didn't expect anyone to read them. Then, I began to realize from being on this website, that this would be a safe enviornment to talk about things. So, here it goes; I am a teen girl, who began getting sexually abused by my step brother in the seventh grade. It went on for two years, until I finally told my mom, which she refused to do any thing, because she didn't want to leave her boyfriend. I am now living with my Dad, and my mom and her boyfriend are now married. The last couple years have been a huge roller coaster of events, from my maternal grandmother dying, my Dad getting custody over me, my little sister getting beaten by my mom, and me finding the two things that I have eternally fallen in love with; Zachary and roller derby. I want my junior year to be the mark of my synapse. I know I still have a long way to go, and I will still have troubles ahead, but this time, I will fight.';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 21 Jul 2014 02:00:08 -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'] = 'Be more 'social' they tell me!';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/be_more_%CA%B9social%CA%B9_they_tell_me%C7%83_c-3_u-123057_b-3977.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/be_more_%CA%B9social%CA%B9_they_tell_me%C7%83_c-3_u-123057_b-3977.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'therestorativeniche';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '3977';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'Until recently, I never viewed my introversion as much of problem.  I was told at work that I &quot;need to be more social&quot;. This really struck a cord with me because I never thought that as I began my adult life my introversion may limit my success . So I decided to start this blog and chronicle my journey of becoming &#039;more social&#039;. <br /><br />Why are you so quiet? He must me hiding something...<br /><br />Now this is easier said than done of course. My whole life people have been telling me, &#039;you&#039;re so quiet&#039;,  &#039;you should talk more&#039; or my new favorite &#039;be more social&#039;. It&#039;s gotten to the point where some people feel uncomfortable around me because I&#039;m so quiet. What is it that makes them so uncomfortable? Is it that my behavior or lack there of, is so unusual they just can&#039;t stand it? Is it that I&#039;m some psycho who&#039;s going to snap at any moment? Is it the natural human tendency to be afraid of someone who&#039;s not like you? Not my problem right? They should be more understanding. Well unfortunately in a world of extroverts it is my problem. As much as I would love to live in a world where everyone accepts each other the way they are, that&#039;s just not reality. It&#039;s an extroverts world and if I&#039;m going to thrive and not just survive, I&#039;ve got to get to work and figure something out. So I&#039;m going to be more &#039;social&#039;. I&#039;m not sure what that will look like, but in the following months, if not years, I will try and look deeper into the complex relationship that introverts and extroverts have and attempt different strategies for becoming more &#039;social&#039;.  <br /><br />Why is it that quiet people make others feel uncomfortable?<br /><br />Please share your thoughts.';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 11 Jan 2013 01:53:30 -0500';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'overprotective parents';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/overprotective_parents_c-3_u-253296_b-6264.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/overprotective_parents_c-3_u-253296_b-6264.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'claudiam1999';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '6264';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'so im a teen, a girl, and i have overprotective parents, and by overprotective , i mean embarrassingly overprotective. my dad is more laid back and will let me do more things and go to more places, but my mum is the main issue. if i ask to go somewhere, i have to ask my mum. its like my dad has no input on my social life what so ever. <br /><br />recently i have been talking to a boy that i like and we have been getting on well. he is really nice and i would love to get closer to him. but obviously my mum is getting in the way of that. she wont let me go to a boys house even if its for a couple of hours or for dinner and if a boy comes over she wont let us go upstairs which is pretty embarrassing. i dont want to have a sexual relationship with a boy at this age but my mum doesnt seem to trust me and its really bringing me down.<br /><br />whenever i talk to a boy im scared to get close to them because i know my mum will mess things up. i feel like im not allowed to talk to a boy or to have a boyfriend. i mean, im a teen, obviously im going to be talking to boys or wanting to have a boyfriend but my mum gets in the way of everything.<br /><br />its not even just with boys, its with everything! she only likes about 3 of my friends and she will let me stay at their houses but if its someone she hasnt met or doesnt like she wont let me. like my friend asked me to go to her nans birthday party on the weekend and stay at hers after, and my mum wont let me because she doesnt like her. she ruins everything! i know its cliche that im a teenage girl and saying she ruins my life but she really does. and its bringing me down completely. <br /><br />she wont let me out after dark and i always have a curfew to get home. this boy im talking to doesnt go to my school, but hes the same age as me, so i can only see him on weekends and i cant even see him that long because it gets dark early in the winter and i cant see him after school either so i only ever see him like once a week. he asks me to meet up with him after school sometimes and i always have to come up with an excuse like every other time she says i cant go somewhere. <br /><br />if i ask her to go somewhere or do something she either says &#039;no&#039; straight away or she says &#039;i&#039;ll think about it&#039; and most of the time its a no anyway. im a teenager, she needs to let me go places and experience new things so i can learn from my mistakes. keeping me locked up in the house all the time isnt going to make things any better, its just going to raise me into a liar and make me want to rebel against things. apparently overprotective parents can lead to social anxiety too. i dont know if i have it but im always sad when it comes to my mum and makes me feel depressed. i cry all the time about it and she doesnt care.<br /><br />if i try to explain things like this to her she never listens or understands how i feel. i know shes overprotective because she wants to look out for me and everything but doing this is only going to make things worse. if she let me make mistakes and see right from wrong then i will understand. its not like im going to get raped or mugged if i go out after dark, im only going to be with my friends!<br /><br />i just wish she would understand how i feel and give me a chance. she doesnt trust me and it makes me feel so upset that i dont get opportunities to do anything. <br /><br />im the only friend with an overprotective parent and i feel left out and worthless when my friends talk about all the fun they had when they went out at the weekend or after school without me there because im the girl with the overprotective parent that no one wish they had. <br /><br />dont get me wrong, i love my mum, but she doesnt realise how much this brings me down. and im getting sick of it. i might aswell have no friends or boyfriends or social life until im about 20. <br /><br />please help me to find a solution to this.  <img src="https://www.psychforums.com/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" title="Sad" /> <br /><br />thank you.';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 30 Jan 2014 12:24:18 -0500';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'A little lost and confused, maybe used and abused';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/a_little_lost_and_confused_maybe_used_and_abused_c-3_u-316719_b-9353.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/a_little_lost_and_confused_maybe_used_and_abused_c-3_u-316719_b-9353.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'Have1veryniceday';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '9353';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'this is going to be my first post, i&#039;m not really sure where to start this post so i&#039;m going to jump right in, i have a been wondering lately whether i may suffer from borderline personality disorder, i have had this feeling for a long time that i am not quite right, i have this emptiness inside me, it feels like i am a camera stuck on live feed but no ones watching, i often feel like this regardless of whether i am content or unhappy.<br /><br />onto how i feel, sometimes i lie awake at night reliving the past day, i feel ups, downs, and sometimes a cold icy rage. i have little control over my thoughts and feelings at these times, or anytime really. i can maintain at times, but only for seconds before i&#039;m lost again. during the day when faced with interactions with people at work etc. i wear a mask that&#039;s all smile and charm, at times it feels more real than others. when like this i have little room for empathy or genuine care and affection, because one chink in my armour it could all come crumbling down. regardless of this, time, tiredness, stress and everyday interactions slowly erode it away. the harder i try to keep it on the worse the emotional comedown is. at home i can hide away in a book or hobby, at work i will feel like a zombie, just going through the motions, lost.<br /><br />i have always known that i have a very adaptable personality, it became more clear with a friend recently pointed out to me, that i completely change, interaction to interaction, almost instantly, depending who is around, effectively becoming a different person. i think i choose the path of least resistance, the easiest and the safest. at times it feels like i am just mirror, lost in someone elses reflection. my lack of self has made me easy to be manipulated and used for the benefit of others at times sadly.<br /><br />the people i allow myself to care about seem to effect me the most, i don&#039;t wear a mask with them, even if i wanted to i can&#039;t , this can result in myself becoming this mirror colored thing, for the most part i don&#039;t mind because we are happy, and i am more comfortable asserting myself, or the self i want to be,<br /><br />i think this has been a pretty long post, i will leave it here. if there are any questions i will be happy to answer them. thankyou';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 11 Dec 2015 22:12:30 -0500';