I AM THE CAGE

After enduring harrowing medical treatments, a young woman retreats, seeking isolation.

It’s 1999, and Justine Elisabeth Amos, who graduated high school about a year ago, has left her family and best friend behind and cloistered herself in a cabin in the isolated Wisconsin town of Fish Creek. She goes by her middle name, reads, writes poetry, and works at a local store. Above all, she avoids getting close to people. But when she gets stuck in a snowstorm and 25-year-old Noah, the local sheriff, helps her out, personal complications re-enter her world. Justine is running from the aftermath of medical abuse. Diagnosed with fibular hemimelia and congenital short femur in childhood, she underwent excruciatingly painful surgeries and other procedures. Grant provides a complex look at insidious torture in the name of medical treatment. What ultimately broke Justine’s spirit were the thoughtless, cruel moments during which her consent was continually disregarded. Each time someone—a medical professional or family member—should have supported her but didn’t, this choice was, in their minds, defensible. Justine’s strained relationship with her mother is another realistically complicated source of pain. While her connection with Noah would have benefited from being more fully developed, their romantic attraction rings warm and true. Her struggle to reclaim her identity and ability to connect in the face of aggressive dehumanization is raw yet ultimately hopeful. The main cast reads white.

An honest and almost unrelentingly bleak look at an underdiscussed source of trauma.