I was punished for blowing the whistle on my father's lifestyle.

I have a temper, but I wouldn't call me abusive.

I remained Ryan's companion on the Hollywood party circuit, growing inured to sex and drugs before I was in my teens.

Ryan finally came to my rescue. He'd thought working together in Paper Moon would help us bond.

The more love I craved, the more distant and abusive he grew. The role I longed to play was never written into Ryan's script: daughter.

Griffin, my brother, 11 months younger, was sometimes the victim of my father's fury - once Ryan famously knocked out his teeth.

My children forgave me at a time when I could barely forgive myself.