I'm one of those people who was taught not to ruffle any feathers. Of course, I have no problem ruffling feathers.

It's no secret that my family was very, very poor, and I don't want that for my life or my children's life certainly. But some might say I could relax a bit more and know that that's not going to happen to me. I'm not going to end up in a car.

I have given money to the Obama campaign online and now they bombard me with emails every day. Why did I do that online? Why didn't I just walk into an office?

I think it's always hard for children to talk about abuse because it is only memory. I didn't carry around a tape recorder … I didn't chisel anything in stone … Anybody can look and say, 'Well how do you know for sure?' And that's one of the most painful things about it. You don't.

He raped me … he fondled me, he put me on all fours, and had sex with me.

It's my job, to create a fantasy.

It gets really tricky giving advice. The older I get, the less advice I give.