Patrick Stewart Quotes

The only thing my old man ever gave me was a beating.

Every single person in jail for a violent crime had a nightmare childhood.

No matter how much poverty you grow up with, you shouldn't be subjected to violence and abuse.

I was an abused kid.

I loved my parents... but that can never change the fact that my father's violence ruined my childhood.

I come from a place where there's violence and inarticulacy. I worked in a pub from the age of 12 or 13. I used to see people smashing glasses over each other. I was never tough. I was scared of them.

My Struggles is a record close to me. It's about what I went through at home living with an abusive father.

Most incarcerated women have stories that are similar to mine. They suffered great trauma as children.

It's extraordinary what children put up with. I happened to see two of my uncles put my father up against the wall of my grandmother's house and knock his teeth out, because he'd been unpleasant to my mother. The next day I went upstairs and found my father making a rather half-hearted attempt to gas himself.

I pretended I was living with a television family and there was no yelling at home and no one hit me.

I lived in Complexo do Alemao until I was 12, dealt with domestic violence in my childhood and faced difficulties in life.

I grew up in an abusive home and was told on a daily basis by my father that I would never amount to anything and that I looked like a boy.

My first memory in the world is my gym teacher ripping my mother's necklace off her neck and throwing it out the window and her running downstairs to go after it. I have no memory before that. I was 4. My father had a lot of girlfriends and my mother had a lot of boyfriends.

My mind boggles at the amount of violence inflicted upon children in today's society.

My parents had this relationship that was really terrifying. I mean, the level of hatred that they had, and the level of physical abuse - my mother would beat up my father, basically - and I think I was drawn to images on television that were bright and reflective.

I had a very difficult upbringing.

Most of me was glad when my mother died. She was a handful, but not in a cute, festive way. More in a life-threatening way, that had caused me a long time ago to give up all hope of ever feeling good about having had her as a mother.

I grew up in a very toxic home.

It takes one second to ruin a woman's life.

There was mental and physical abuse in my family.

Mother beat the hell out of us. She'd have wild outbursts.

But even though all this was going on at home, if someone had tried to take me away and put me in a children's home, I couldn't have handled it. Even though my mother was very brutal, it was my home.

My mother would beat me so bad, I wouldn't be able to sit down. And I would never snitch.

My earliest memories are being pinned to a fence with a switchblade.

When you live in an alcoholic family or an abusive family, you tiptoe, you don't want to step on any mines.