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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 02:58:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Family Matters</title>
  <author>docsaico</author>
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  <description>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I&apos;m fucking pissed off. Therapy is where I would like to turn in the future when&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;feel this way (and can afford a therapist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence my posting here. Okay, we have a drawer in the kitchen designated for chocolate and baking supplies. We have three chocolate bars in there for the cookies we&apos;re gonna make in the next couple of days. Dad came out of the kitchen tonight with a chocolate bar in his hand, asking if we wanted some chocolate from his &amp;quot;secret chocolate stash.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same kind of bar that was in the drawer, so I logically thought that he had gotten it from the drawer with the baking supplies in it. Mom and I both asked him where he got it cuz HELL-FUCKING-O?! I wanted to fucking know. Eventually, we found out he didn&apos;t get it from the baking supplies drawer, and I said, &amp;quot;Why couldn&apos;t you just say that?!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Cuz he avoided the question when we asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;guess I&amp;nbsp;sort of yelled at him, but I just wanted to know the fucking answer. He wouldn&apos;t answer the question and it really fucking annoyed me. Okay, so, shoot ahead about fifteen minutes. We were watching TV and the show came back, but dad didn&apos;t unmute it - he had his eyes closed when I&amp;nbsp;looked over at him. So I said, &amp;quot;Dad, the show&apos;s back.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;And he very snottily said, &amp;quot;Yeah, thanks.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;asked him what his problem was and he said, &amp;quot;Sometimes, you should just keep your damn mouth shut.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;I said what did I&amp;nbsp;do to him, and he said, &amp;quot;Sometimes, you should just mind your own business for once.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;I got beyond furious. I cannot begin to explain how angry I&amp;nbsp;was. I started crying, because when I&apos;m angry, I don&apos;t yell, I don&apos;t throw shit or anything, I&amp;nbsp;cry. I&amp;nbsp;bawl, cuz it&apos;s all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad went upstairs and I cooled down a little. Then mom told me, &amp;quot;You need to stop being so disrespectful to dad.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;ALL I DID WAS ASK HIM A QUESTION. Yes, okay, I admit I&amp;nbsp;was provoking a little, I wasn&apos;t the nicest I could&apos;ve been, but he was being fucking annoying and avoiding the question!&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;just wanted a goddamn motherfucking answer! I got angry all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog came downstairs and mom yelled up to Nick - bro - to get him to put the dog back in his room. Dad thought that mom had called &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, instead of Nick, so he yelled back down to mom. Mom got frustrated and yelled &lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt; dad, who then got Nick. They had a little conversation and dad asked if Nick took the dog out recently (we can hear everything that&apos;s said upstairs from the living room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said, &amp;quot;No. No. No.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Nick said, &amp;quot;No one was talking to YOU, mom.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;What was said then?&amp;nbsp;Dad said, &amp;quot;Nick. *sigh*&amp;quot; Mom grumbled something under her breath. Nick took the dog out and slammed the door, then slammed the door again when he brought the dog in. What happened?&amp;nbsp;Nothing. No asshole remarks to Nick. Nothing telling him how wrong he is for being such a fuckhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. NOTHING. WHY DIDN&apos;T THEY SAY ANYTHING TO HIM, BUT I GET REPRIMANDED FOR SOMETHING THAT, I THINK, IS A MUCH LESSER OFFENSE?&amp;nbsp;THIS IS WHY I AM FUCKING PISSED OFF BEYOND REASON. This is NOT GODDAMN FAIR. I&amp;nbsp;am so fucking sick of EVERYTHING, I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t stand it! I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t know what to say, except I&amp;nbsp;NEED TO KNOW&amp;nbsp;SOMETHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;totally out of line or am I right? Please please tell me I&apos;m not fucking insane, cuz I feel like I&apos;m losing my mind sometimes. I&amp;nbsp;feel like things are so out of whack, things are so wrong here, sometimes, that I&amp;nbsp;must be wrong. I just feel like I&amp;nbsp;need validation that I&apos;m not totally out of my head.&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;﻿</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 22:25:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Me Again</title>
  <author>ishy_squishy</author>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;hi again. &amp;nbsp;i&apos;ve got more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my anxiety has been going crazy lately.. panic attacks when i don&apos;t need to have one, just random stress outs unrelated to school or guys or anything that normally stresses me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve been legit freaking out, and i tend to push people away when i freak out like that, so people and i aren&apos;t getting along too well at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, instead of just having the two guys, i&apos;ve got several being confusing&lt;br /&gt;Domingo - Age 33, California.&lt;br /&gt;Jon - Age 19, Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;Caleb - Age 20, West Virginia&lt;br /&gt;Andrew (he still doesn&apos;t know if he wants to date me for sure, i&apos;m waiting on him) - Age 22, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is the one i would want to date the most. &amp;nbsp;I&apos;ve known him for almost 6 years now, we go to church camp together, and he&apos;s a sweetheart, and he lives an hour from me. &amp;nbsp;Caleb and Jon are probably tied for second, with each having their positives and negatives, and Domingo and i are just falling apart. &amp;nbsp;so yeah. i&apos;m waiting on Andrew&apos;s decision as to whether or not he wants to date me. he has feelings for me, but he doesn&apos;t know what he wants to do. &amp;nbsp;so yeah. &amp;nbsp;if he says he doesn&apos;t want to get together, then i&apos;ve gotta figure out what i&apos;m doing about the other three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that&apos;s not counting the several guys who just want to sleep with me﻿&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay stress! haha</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 May 2010 23:25:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Let&apos;s Get It Started</title>
  <author>docsaico</author>
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  <description>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we&apos;re growing slow; we have six members total (including myself), which I&apos;m thrilled about! Thanks to everyone who&apos;s joined so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I&apos;ll get things started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have intimacy issues. And maybe committment issues... I am very close to my mom and brother, not so much my dad (he thinks we&apos;re close enough, but I just don&apos;t like him very much). I am nineteen and have never dated or even kissed a boy. I am a virgin in every possible way when it comes to the opposite sex. I have always been a shy person and am not really good at socializing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever a guy shows interest in me, I get extremely concerned for multiple reasons:&amp;nbsp;[1] I&amp;nbsp;have extremely high standards, despite the fact that I&amp;nbsp;am not all that pretty and not very skinny or athletic or anything like that, so if a guy expresses interest in me but just isn&apos;t cute enough, I get uncomfortable around him and tend to avoid him, [2] I am afraid of my parents finding out about a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second reason is more important the first reason:&amp;nbsp;I am TERRIFIED of my parents - not just finding out if I&amp;nbsp;go out with a guy or have sex with a guy - but just of them finding out if I&amp;nbsp;LIKE&amp;nbsp;someone. Why? I have no idea. They&apos;ve always been supportive of me dating and finding a boyfriend. I&amp;nbsp;just...I get awkward and uncomfortable talking about guys at all. Including celebrity crushes. How dumb is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don&apos;t think I&amp;nbsp;can really have a healthy relationship of any kind if I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t get comfortable with guys, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue is that I am never comfortable around ANYONE who isn&apos;t my mom or my brother. Anyone else makes me uncomfortable and I just want to avoid them and not be around them. I&amp;nbsp;feel like everyone is constantly judging me, whereas I feel like my mom or bro love me and accept me no matter what. I don&apos;t feel like anyone else I&amp;nbsp;would ever know would do the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like everything I&amp;nbsp;do around other people is to impress them or make them like me - or vice versa; that something I might do or say will upset them or make them dislike me. I&amp;nbsp;think I feel this way because it&apos;s how &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; feel about most people. If someone disagrees with me or really hates something I&amp;nbsp;like, I&amp;nbsp;usually don&apos;t want to be around them or talk to them. I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t know what caused that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just in general have never been comfortable around guys. I&apos;m awkward and goofy and embarassing like a freaking 14 year old or something. And no matter how long I&apos;ve known someome, I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t get comfortable around them. Not that I&apos;ve known people my whole life - the longest I&apos;ve ever known someone who&apos;s not my family is five years. Maybe that&apos;s why I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t get comfortable around people? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I&amp;nbsp;have a shit ton of issues that I&apos;ll be posting about in the future, but for now, we&apos;ll start here, lol.&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y&apos;all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 16:05:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Welcome to Therapy!</title>
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  <description>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And welcome to &lt;span  class=&quot;ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     &quot;  data-ljuser=&quot;internetherapy&quot; lj:user=&quot;internetherapy&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://internetherapy.livejournal.com/profile/&quot;  target=&quot;_self&quot;  class=&quot;i-ljuser-profile&quot; &gt;&lt;img  class=&quot;i-ljuser-userhead&quot;  src=&quot;https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://internetherapy.livejournal.com/&quot; class=&quot;i-ljuser-username&quot;   target=&quot;_self&quot;   &gt;&lt;b&gt;internetherapy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, you can discuss any and all problems you have. Do you hate your parents?&amp;nbsp;Do you have problems with intimacy or commitment? Maybe your job makes you feel helpless, or the terrible economy is driving you mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have anything on your mind or about yourself that you&apos;d like to analyze and try to figure out, that&apos;s what we&apos;re here for!&amp;nbsp;We want to help you help yourself (to use a cliche, if you will).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; have to join in order to post - non-members can post here, as well. But you &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; require an LJ account to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language or adult concepts are not an issue here, but we must demand the utmost respect for every member and non-member (for more information, check the &amp;quot;Degrees and Merits&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;section of the page, which will take you to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span  class=&quot;ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     &quot;  data-ljuser=&quot;internetherapy&quot; lj:user=&quot;internetherapy&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://internetherapy.livejournal.com/profile/&quot;  target=&quot;_self&quot;  class=&quot;i-ljuser-profile&quot; &gt;&lt;img  class=&quot;i-ljuser-userhead&quot;  src=&quot;https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://internetherapy.livejournal.com/&quot; class=&quot;i-ljuser-username&quot;   target=&quot;_self&quot;   &gt;&lt;b&gt;internetherapy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;profile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you decide to post and your entry is longer than two paragraphs, &lt;strong&gt;please put it under an LJ-cut&lt;/strong&gt; (if you&apos;re not sure how to do this, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/support/faqbrowse.bml?faqid=75&amp;amp;q=lj-cut&amp;amp;lang=&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;see this page for reference&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by! If you&apos;d like to post a problem or peruse what&apos;s already posted, post a comment here saying you&apos;re joining/posting/observing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y&apos;all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*</description>
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