Feminism | Posted by Gabby Catalano on 02/1/2017

Moving Forward After An Abusive Relationship

Credit: Gabby Catalano

Credit: Gabby Catalano

When I started putting together a book proposal for a collection of personal essays on domestic abuse in relationships, I knew I had to write about Tom,* my first boyfriend and first love. We were only together for three months, but I still have enough stories about the emotional and sexual abuse I experienced while dating him to fill an entire book.

I understand what other abuse survivors say when they say their abusers “cared” for them even while they were making their life feel like Hell. Their abuser probably seemed charming at first and was maybe even humorous. They may have seemed wounded and in need of care. Tom was all of these things.

When I was sad, Tom was sadder. When I was happy, Tom

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Feminism | Posted by June S on 10/26/2015

My Experience Dating Someone with a Mental Illness

When I was 23 years old I dated two men at once. One taught me how I should be treated and the other taught me just the opposite. I regret neither relationship.

I met Noel first and he was everything I thought I wanted in a partner. He was smart, nice, and interesting and seemed to genuinely like me and care about what I had to say. We had a great first date: We ate brunch at a place he used to work. The food was really good. I remember that I ate avocado toast. He told me about his childhood. He said he grew up in Europe and moved to New York to become an actor about a year prior. I remember thinking he was really, really cute. As …

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Feminism | Posted by Jenny P on 04/15/2013

Time to Talk

*Trigger warning: This blog post is about intimate partner violence*

Over fall break, my mom made an unexpected visit from California to New York City, where I go to school. She had been called the night before, told that her daughter was expressing suicidal thoughts, and asked to please come pick her up from the Metropolitan Hospital emergency psych ward as soon as possible.

“You know,” Mom began, “you didn’t really look scared or angry or anything when you were in there.”

A good observation. I wasn’t scared or angry. I was mostly just tired.

“You looked like you were thinking, ‘One day, I’m going to write a book about this,’ and like you were already writing it in your mind,” she said.

In a way, I was. That night, …

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