var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var site_desc = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum';
		var time = 'Fri, 12 Sep 2025 07:47:08 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'Ending Silence';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/ending_silence_c-3_u-141015_b-4200.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/ending_silence_c-3_u-141015_b-4200.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'maat888';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '4200';
		data[0]['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[0]['blog_time'] = 'Sun, 17 Feb 2013 02:40:09 -0500';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'self-harm/cutting';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/selfharmcutting_c-3_u-255981_b-6588.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/selfharmcutting_c-3_u-255981_b-6588.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'thisguy41006';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '6588';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'I am 27 and have lived with cutting for most of my life lately I have put quite a lot of thought into when in started or why I started. I think back and remembered cutting at 11 years old why I did it not a clue could have got in trouble or something but it was a *mod edit* razer yet its been months scents I have shopped for the in boulck there still around. its been 16 years I have been cutting.... <br /><br />Today day and time 20th: <br />Its been hard lately I know what I do is far from OK good or safe <br />A key that keeps me going to deep or bleed for to long is the thought of tears on my sisters face.<br />I&#039;m do to have a son in two months. <br />Her head games to help this time I&#039;m going through.<br />Its been three days every night shower on blade out cut *mod edit* times upper arm tell my heart slows to a mild beat a twitch here a twitch there I fill like I&#039;m taking to far waking up or fading out in a tub of my sin filled blood <br /><br />Not really sure why I&#039;m writing all I know is I&#039;m lost only wish I can cry it out ....';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 20 Mar 2014 21:10:14 -0400';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'Do I have ADD?';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/do_i_have_add%CA%94_c-3_u-177942_b-4553.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/do_i_have_add%CA%94_c-3_u-177942_b-4553.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'ADDGuy';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '4553';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'Hello, I am 26 yrs old. This is first entry on this forum and i also don write much so pls pardon my writing skills. Just to give a brief about myself i am a graduate (Bachelor in Engg) and currently working as a senior software engg in a tech startup. so coming to the topic it all started with me getting in to college as then only that weird feeling creeped of how different i was from others. Though i have been getting careless/ irresponsible/clumsy tags throughout my childhood from parents/teachers and how i was not living upto my potential but i used discard all remarks and didnt give much importance. but during my college time i realized that i was so inferior  to other people in the sense that   i dint have any purpose, always being confused, unaware , missing out on important deadlines, and most importantly lacking in social skills which totally destroyed my self esteem as i have never been able to build relationships and i deliberately cut contact with very few friends that i was able to make as they though supportive sometimes used to treat me like i was a kid and cudnt take care of myself. same is the case in my job. I am always missing on important points, deadlines , lost in calls, disrupting my manager in between and always missing the big picture which is hugely affecting my performance. i have consulted a reputed psychiatrist but he doesnt think i have ADD as he feels that i am too intelligent for that. but i think that ADD and intelligence are two diff things and can coexist. so i am a bit confused as to what should i do and what are the medical options (if at all they are) i should consider .. Please help????';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 20 Apr 2013 07:20:29 -0400';
		

		data[3] = new Array();
		data[3]['title'] = 'Food for thought.';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/food_for_thought._c-3_u-435395_b-11445.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/food_for_thought._c-3_u-435395_b-11445.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'Velfang';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '11445';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'How are mental diseases like ADHD even thought about? What are people thinking when they categorise someone in the ADHD category? Doesnt the society actually decide this? &quot;Okay, youre hyperactive, i bet you have ADHD&quot;. Im an indian and ive seen a lot of people who may have been suffering from ADHD according to the intn guidelines but they lead a normal life mostly. ADHD medication is basically a drug, amphetamine. So, enlighten me pls? Btw, i dont have ADHD. Its just food for thought.';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Sun, 24 Sep 2017 14:04:37 -0400';
		

		data[4] = new Array();
		data[4]['title'] = 'I can haz a blog?';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_can_haz_a_blog%CA%94_c-3_u-94420_b-3275.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_can_haz_a_blog%CA%94_c-3_u-94420_b-3275.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'lbailey71';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '3275';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'I am notoriously self absorbed, so the idea that others will be able to read what I right tickles me.  It more than tickles me, it gratifies me.  Right now I am struggling unsuccessfully with a gambling addiction.  It goes against the public persona that I have created for me to struggle this way, so I was actually thinking of setting up an alter account for my alter ego on a main blog site.  This will work just dandy.  Now I get to be my own dirty doppelganger and still be on the downlow with what a #######5 person I am.';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 01 Sep 2012 01:45:36 -0400';