When someone was hitting me, or like sexually molesting me, it just seemed normal to continue to do that to myself.

I've overcome neglect and deprivation, abandonment and abuse.

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

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

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

Things with my dad were pretty good until I won an Academy Award. He was really loving to me until I got more attention than he did. Then he hated me.

I never dreamed that shooting a film would be so hard. There was less regulation then of child actors' hours. Even the concept of acting confused me.