Jack Causey
@jackcausey.bsky.social
Writing my memoir about surviving a religious cult, D.I.D., Al-anon, A.A., and finding myself.
A closed door is not warm. It’s not what love is supposed to look like.
And to the kid I was—who sat on the floor outside her room, who waited for Grandpa, who tried to be enough—I see you. That was never your fault.
And to the kid I was—who sat on the floor outside her room, who waited for Grandpa, who tried to be enough—I see you. That was never your fault.
May 17, 2025 at 9:04 PM
A closed door is not warm. It’s not what love is supposed to look like.
And to the kid I was—who sat on the floor outside her room, who waited for Grandpa, who tried to be enough—I see you. That was never your fault.
And to the kid I was—who sat on the floor outside her room, who waited for Grandpa, who tried to be enough—I see you. That was never your fault.
Maybe she was tired. Maybe she was grieving or depressed or just didn’t know what to do with a loud, soft, hungry kid like me. I’m not mad anymore. But I remember. My body remembers.
May 17, 2025 at 9:04 PM
Maybe she was tired. Maybe she was grieving or depressed or just didn’t know what to do with a loud, soft, hungry kid like me. I’m not mad anymore. But I remember. My body remembers.
Maybe it was—if love means locking yourself away, TV flickering through the wood grain, and a kid waiting quietly outside because they didn’t want to be “too loud.”
May 17, 2025 at 9:04 PM
Maybe it was—if love means locking yourself away, TV flickering through the wood grain, and a kid waiting quietly outside because they didn’t want to be “too loud.”
We smelled every candle at Bath & Body Works, talked nails and trauma, anime and identity. She asked if I really wanted this—and I said yes. Because I’ve wanted this since I was five. I just didn’t have the language or the safety back then.
Now I do.
Now I’m Jack.
And I’m punk as hell for surviving
Now I do.
Now I’m Jack.
And I’m punk as hell for surviving
May 16, 2025 at 1:26 PM
We smelled every candle at Bath & Body Works, talked nails and trauma, anime and identity. She asked if I really wanted this—and I said yes. Because I’ve wanted this since I was five. I just didn’t have the language or the safety back then.
Now I do.
Now I’m Jack.
And I’m punk as hell for surviving
Now I do.
Now I’m Jack.
And I’m punk as hell for surviving
Lunch with my sister after six months. Nervous? Hell yeah. But I didn’t back down. She laughed at my sticker, called me “Jack today,” and slowly, like a sunrise, started to see me.
May 16, 2025 at 1:26 PM
Lunch with my sister after six months. Nervous? Hell yeah. But I didn’t back down. She laughed at my sticker, called me “Jack today,” and slowly, like a sunrise, started to see me.
Thank you for sharing this with me
May 1, 2025 at 9:05 PM
Thank you for sharing this with me
Add some club soda 😆
April 6, 2025 at 5:46 AM
Add some club soda 😆