When someone was hitting me, or like sexually molesting me, it just seemed normal to continue to do that to myself.
Paper Moon didn't bring me love.
I've overcome neglect and deprivation, abandonment and abuse.
I have a temper, but I wouldn't call me abusive.
I think all of us feel like we're a bit on show, all the time.
I was punished for blowing the whistle on my father's lifestyle.