My Sister Broke My 9-Year-Old Daughter’s Leg With a Steel Skewer—Then My Parents Offered to Pay the Hospital Bill If I Changed My Story
Sleeves.
Blankets.
Sometimes until they snapped.
Her therapist called it a self-soothing habit.
We did not make it a problem.
Eventually it decreased.
Years later, I would occasionally see her twist a cuff during stressful exams.
Not everything from trauma disappears.
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