Cover Photo: In this painting, based on the myth of Philomela in Ovid’s Metamorphoses, we see a man holding up a hand in protest, a look of horror on his face, as two women rush towards him, one of them holding the decapitated and still bloody head of a child in her hands. The colors are rich and the style feels classic Roman or Greek.
Detail from Peter Paul Rubens' "Tereus Confronted with the Head of his Son Itylus" (1636–1638)/Museo del Prado

Learning to Talk About Domestic Violence

A system that requires us to risk further retaliation when we report being in danger enables and engenders further violence.

Hi, I’m Sarah, and my ex-boyfriend used to beat the shit out of me. What’s your name?

Actually, Officer, as you no doubt saw, this man just hit me in the mouth, and it’s not the first time. I mean, if he’s willing to do that out in the open, just imagine what he does behind closed doors. And, forgive my presumption, but I’m sure that you saw it. Let’s be honest, sir, it’s not exactly typical for you to be stopping a straight white couple walking down the sidewalk in a “nice neighborhood.” But you want me to say it. With him standing right next to me. I know he’s wearing a fancy watch and expensive shoes, but really he’s a monster who hits me, kicks me, chokes me—well, “strangles,” technically. You “choke” on food, but your boyfriend “strangles” you until your body floods with animal panic.



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Sarah Yurch lives in Brooklyn. Her day job is in book publishing, and she is also a trauma-informed yoga instructor and co-founder of First Person NYC, a nonprofit serving survivors of domestic violence.