Dave Pelzer
Dave Pelzer
David James "Dave" Pelzer is an American author, of several autobiographical and self-help books. He is best known for his 1995 memoir of childhood abuse, A Child Called "It"...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMemoirist
Date of Birth29 December 1960
CityDaly City, CA
CountryUnited States of America
attachment disorder
I had an attachment disorder.
strong people understanding
If people have a basic understanding of right from wrong, possess a strong desire to better themselves and persist in there cause, they can break the chain of any negative environment.
done answers better-person
Ask yourself: was there anything I could have done to prevent the situation? If the answer is yes, do something now and become a better person for it.
decision choices rest-of-your-life
You have to understand that in a person's life there are a few precious moments in which decisions, choices that you make now, will affect you for the rest of your life.
mother children sick
David what your mother did to you was wrong. Verry wrong.No child deserves to be treated like that. She's sick.
minutes plans sections
I plan my life in 15-minute sections.
moving-on being-yourself mistake
To help yourself, you must be yourself. Be the best that you can be. When you make a mistake, learn from it, pick yourself up and move on.
meaningful heart important
Even in its darkest passages, the heart is unconquerable. It is important that the body survives, but it is more meaningful that the human spirit prevails.
self-worth accepted process
When you please others in hopes of being accepted, you lose you self-worth in the process.
lying dark past
It is important for people to know that no matter what lies in their past, they can overcome the dark side and press on the a brighter world.
grateful past forever
Build on past successes, be grateful for what you do have, and know that this, too, shall pass. It's only for the now. Whatever we're facing, it's not forever.
mother abuse want
Mother can beat me all she wants, but I haven’t let her take away my will to somehow survive.
children hate play
Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside. My stomach coiled whenever I smelled food that was about to be served to somebody else, knowing it wasn't for me.
firsts want forget
I just don't want to forget this first day of the rest of my life!