Robin Quivers Quotes

My entire youth was spent with an incredibly ill parent... I don't think you can grow up that way and not be marked by that experience.

At one time in my life, from the time I was seven until I was about 13, I didn't speak. I only spoke to my brother. The reason I didn't speak: I had been molested, and I told the name of the molester to my brother who told it to the family.

I was raped when I was very young. I told my brother the name of the person who had done it. Within a few days the man was killed. In my child's mind--seven and a half years old--I thought my voice had killed him. So I stopped talking for five years.

Folks working late, I had a babysitter. I ain't about to sit here and name her. I was almost 8 when she came in late, woke me up with a game to play. Did a few things that it's hard to say. Told me to keep that secret safe. I'm trying to act like it ain't real. Had my innocence just stripped from me, and I still don't know how to feel.

I was 11 when I was molested. It was like a nuclear explosion going off in my life, destroying everything.

Well, I guess the sexual abuse by Mel Phillips in a sense, he had a fetish for feet. He used to play with my feet and other kids' feet, and that was his thing.

The most profound memory I have from my childhood is burning down my house at 6 years old.

You grow up with your father holding you down and covering your mouth so another man can make a horrible searing pain between your legs.

Everyone is an abused child, if you think about what governments do.

I don't believe in organized religion - I dealt with them hand in hand, and a whole bunch of Catholic priests tried to molest me. Telling me I was gay and I should go home with them and stuff.

My parents divorced when I was seven. Because divorce is messy, for good or ill, they sent me to boarding school.

Childhood bullying was a big part of my life.

My dad took me to my first movie. It was 'The Greatest Show on Earth' in 1952, a movie of such scale it was actually a traumatic experience.

The experience of testifying and the aftermath have changed my life.

I was interned in Auschwitz for one year. I didn't bring back anything, except for a few jokes, and that filled me with shame. Then again, I didn't know what to do with this fresh experience. For this experience was no literary awakening, no occasion for professional or artistic introspection.

Realizing that the majority of kids that get molested feel that it is their fault, along with shame, those kids have no idea what to say or do to try to report anything, and add that with the lack of education, it is a complete recipe for disaster that leads to non-reporting of molestation.

What pedophiles and people who have sexual desires on children lose sight of to a terrible, terrible degree - a devastating degree - is that their victims are real people who will suffer forever whatever abuses are perpetrated on them.

But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was, I could not remain ignorant of their import.

Nothing more than institutionalized pedophilia.

I am a survivor of female genital mutilation. In 1990, when I was 8 years old, my mother told me to put on my best party dress. It was supposed to some kind of surprise, a celebration. I found myself instead in a Doctor’s office. I shouted and refused but the doctor gave me a shot. I woke up in terrible physical pain.

My dad had a series of heart attacks when I was a little girl, and our world was shaped by these huge, traumatic events.

My dad would take me deer hunting with him, which was pretty traumatic - 'Bambi' was one of my favorite movies.

The word 'divorce' wasn't foreign to me. As a child of the 1970s, I grew up as part of a generation of kids whose parents got divorced, and it wasn't seen as this terrible thing. Maybe that's why I believed what my father told me and Reina that day: that everything would be okay. But it wasn't.

Fred Durst gave my first wife a tattoo of a star on the bottom of her foot when she was 14 years old in his trailer home. So that was my first introduction to Limp Bizkit.

When I was just four-and-a-half, my parents separated and both my parents remarried.