Because one day after her injury we were talking with her surgeon in his office, and he casually threw out that I needed to start using a vibrator on her arm to break up the scar tissue. Because I couldn’t believe he so casually was talking about sex toys with me. Because my face turned the color of deep scarlet, and I had to nod and pretend like this was a totally normal thing to prescribe eight-year-old patients to do. Because I went out and got a small pink vibrator for this specific purpose. Because she was eight and loved all things princess and pink. Because we used it on her forearm every day in an attempt to break up the solid scar tissue, and I never once let on that it seemed like an odd part of the therapy routine. Because she grew to think it was fun as it seemed like a cool, pink toy that no one else could play with. Because I kept it hidden when we weren’t doing therapy exercises. Because heaven forbid a friend came over and she wanted to show them her new toy. Because ca