A Child Called

A Child Called "It": One Child's Courage to Survive

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by Dave Pelzer
     
 

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Dave Pelzer’s astonishing, disturbing account of his early years describes one of the most severe child abuse cases in California history. This book has spent over 175 weeks on the New York Times best-seller list and was also nominated for the Pulitzer Prize.

Dave was in first grade when his unstable alcoholic mother began attacking him. Until he was

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Dave Pelzer’s astonishing, disturbing account of his early years describes one of the most severe child abuse cases in California history. This book has spent over 175 weeks on the New York Times best-seller list and was also nominated for the Pulitzer Prize.

Dave was in first grade when his unstable alcoholic mother began attacking him. Until he was in fifth grade, she starved, beat and psychologically ravaged her son. Eventually denying even his identity, Dave’s mother called him an “it” instead of using his name. Relentlessly, she drove him to the brink of death before authorities finally stepped in.

With faith and hope, Dave grew determined to survive. He also knew that he needed to share his story. A Child Called “It” is the first of three books that chronicle his life.Through publications and public appearances, Dave is now recognized as one of the nation’s most effective and respected speakers about child abuse.

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School Library Journal
This autobiographical account charts the abuse of a young boy as his alcoholic mother first isolates him from the rest of the family; then torments him; and finally nearly kills him through starvation, poisoning, and one dramatic stabbing. Pelzer's portrayal of domestic tyranny and eventual escape is unforgettable, but falls short of providing understanding of extreme abuse or how he made his journey from 'Victim to Victor.' It takes some work to get past the poor writing and the self-aggrandizing back matter, but the book tries fervently to provide a much-needed perspective. One of the greater obstacles to healing for males is admitting that they have been victims, especially if their perpetrator is a woman.

This author has overcome that obstacle and succeeded in life by such masculine norms as joining the Air Force and receiving awards for his volunteerism. However, while personal accounts of child maltreatment provide crucial information about the realities of childhood, youngsters need insight and hope in order to digest the raw material of abuse. -- Carolyn Polese, Humboldt State University, Arcata, CA

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ISBN-13:
9781501259029
Publisher:
Brilliance Audio
Publication date:
06/30/2015
Edition description:
Unabridged
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457,521
Product dimensions:
5.25(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.50(d)

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A CHILD CALLED "IT"

Excerpt from Chapter 6:

While Father Is Away

After the knife incident, Father spent less and less time at home and more at work. He made excuses to the family, but I didn't believe him. I often shivered with fear as I sat in the garage, hoping for some reason he might not leave. In spite of all that had happened, I still felt Father was my protector. When he was home, Mother only did about half the things to me that she did when he was gone.

When Father was home, it became his habit to help me with the evening dishes. Father washed and I dried. While we worked, we talked softly so neither Mother nor the other boys could hear us. Sometimes, several minutes would pass without us talking. We wanted to make sure the coast was clear.

Father always broke the ice. "How ya doing, Tiger?" he would say. Hearing the old name that Father used when I was a little boy always brought a smile to my face. "I'm OK," I would answer. "Did you have anything to eat today?" he often asked. I usually shook my head in a negative gesture. "Don't worry," he'd say. "Some day you and I will both get out of this madhouse."

I knew father hated living at home and I felt that it was all my fault. I told him that I would be good and that I wouldn't steal food anymore. I told Father I would try harder and do a better job on my chores. When I said these things, he always smiled and assured me that it wasn't my fault. Sometimes as I dried the dishes, I felt a new ray of hope. I knew Father probably wouldn't do anything against Mother, but when I stood beside him I felt safe.

Like all good things that happened to me, Mother put an end to Father helping me with the dishes. She insisted that The Boy needed no help. She said that Father paid too much attention to me and not enough to others in the family. Without a fight, Father gave up. Mother now had complete control over everybody in the household.

After awhile, Father didn't even stay home on his days off. He would come in for only a few minutes. After seeing my brothers, he would find me wherever I was doing my chores and say a few sentences, then leave. It took Father no more than 10 minutes to get in and out of the house, and be on his way back to his solitude, which he usually found in a bar. When Father talked to me, he'd tell me that he was making plans for the two of us to leave. This always made me smile, but deep inside I knew it was a fantasy.

One day, he knelt down to tell me how sorry he was. I looked into his face. The change in Father frightened me. He had dark black circles around his eyes, and his face and neck were beet-red. Father's once rigid shoulders were now slumped over. Gray had begun to take over his jet-black hair. Before he left that day, I threw my arms around his waist. I didn't know when I would see him again.

After finishing my chores that day, I rushed downstairs. I had been ordered to wash my ragged clothes and another heap of smelly rags. But that day, Father's leaving had left me so sad that I buried myself in the pile of rags and cried. I cried for him to come back and take me away. After a few minutes of self-comfort, I settled down and began scrubbing my "Swiss cheese" clothes. I scrubbed until my knuckles bled. I no longer cared about my existence. Mother's house had become unbearable. I wished I could somehow manage to escape the place I now called the "Madhouse."

During one period of time when Father was away, Mother starved me for about ten consecutive days. No matter how hard I tried to meet her time limits, I couldn't make it. And the consequence was no food. Mother was completely thorough in making sure I was unable to steal any food. She cleared the dinner table herself, putting the food down the garbage disposal. She rummaged through the garbage can every day before I emptied it downstairs. She locked the freezer in the garage with her key and kept it. I was used to going without food for periods up to three days, but this extended time was unbearable. Water was my only means of survival. When I filled the metal ice cube tray from the refrigerator, I would tip the corner of the tray to my mouth. Downstairs I would creep to the wash basin and crack the faucet tap open. Praying that the pipe would not vibrate and alert Mother, I would carefully suck on the cold metal until my stomach was so full I thought it would burst.

By the sixth day I was so weak when I woke up on my army cot, I could hardly get up. I worked on my chores at a snail's pace. I felt so numb. My thought responses became unclear. It seemed to take minutes for me to understand each sentence Mother yelled to me. As I slowly strained my head up to look at Mother, I could tell that to her it was a game -- a game which she thoroughly enjoyed.

"Oh, poor little baby," Mother sarcastically cooed. Then she asked me how I felt, and laughed when I begged for food. At the end of the sixth day, and those that followed, I hoped with all my heart that Mother would feed me something, anything. I was at a point that I didn't care what it was.

One evening, towards the end of her "game," after I had finished my chores, Mother slammed a plate of food in front of me. The cold leftovers were a feast to my eyes. But I was wary; it seemed too good to be true. "Two minutes!" Mother barked. "You have two minutes to eat. That's all." Like lightening I picked up the fork, but the moment before the food touched my mouth, Mother snatched the plate away from me and emptied the food down the garbage disposal. "Too late!" she sneered. I stood before her dumbstruck. I didn't know what to do or say. All I could think of was "Why?" I couldn't understand why she treated me the way she did. I was so close that I could smell every morsel. I knew she wanted me to cave in, but I stood fast and held back the tears.

Mother had another favorite game for me while Father was away. She sent me to clean the bathroom with her usual time limits. But this time, she put a bucket, filled with a mixture of ammonia and Clorox, in the room with me and closed the door. The first time she did this, Mother informed me she had read about it in a newspaper and wanted to try it. Even though I acted as if I were frightened, I really wasn"t. I was ignorant about what was going to happen. Only when Mother closed the door and ordered me not to open it, did I begin to worry. With the room sealed, the air began to quickly change. In the corner of the bathroom I dropped to my hands and knees and stared at the bucket. A fine gray mist swirled towards the ceiling. As I breathed in the fumes, I collapsed and began spitting up. My throat felt like it was on fire. Within minutes it was raw. The gas from the reaction of the ammonia and Clorox mixture made my eyes water. I was frantic about not being able to meet Mother"s time limits for cleaning the bathroom.

After a few more minutes, I thought I would cough up my insides. I knew that Mother wasn't going to give in and open the door. To survive her new game, I had to use my head. Laying on the tiled floor I stretched my body, and using my foot, I slide the bucket to the door. I did this for two reasons: I wanted the bucket as far away from me as possible, and in case Mother opened the door, I wanted her to get a snoot full of her own medicine. I curled up in the opposite corner of the bathroom, with my cleaning rag over my mouth, nose and eyes. Before covering my face, I wet the rag in the toilet. I didn't dare turn on the water in the sink for fear of Mother hearing it. Breathing through the cloth, I watched the mist inch its way closer and closer to the floor. I felt as if I were locked in a gas chamber. Then I thought about the small heating vent on the floor by my feet. I knew it turned on and off every few minutes. I put my face next to the vent and sucked in all the air my lungs would hold. In about half an hour, Mother opened the door and told me to empty the bucket into the drain in the garage before I smelled up her house. Downstairs I coughed up blood for over an hour. Of all Mother's punishments, I hated the gas chamber game the most.

I wondered what Mother had planned for me next. I prayed it was not another gas chamber session. She yelled from the garage for me to follow her upstairs. She led me to the bathroom. My heart sank. I felt doomed. I began taking huge breaths of fresh air, knowing that soon I would need it.

To my surprise there wasn't any bucket or bottles in the bathroom. "Am I off the hook?" I asked myself. This looked too easy. I timidly watched Mother as she turned the cold water tap in the bathtub fully open. I thought it was odd that she forgot to turn on the hot water as well. As the tub began to fill with cold water, Mother tore off my clothes and ordered me to get into the tub. I got into the tub and laid down. A cold fear raced throughout my body. "Lower!" Mother yelled. "Put your face in the water like this!" She then bent over, grabbed my neck with both hands and shoved my head under the water. Instinctively, I thrashed and kicked, trying desperately to force my head above the water so I could breathe. Her grip was too strong. Under the water I opened my eyes. I could see bubbles escape from my mouth and float to the surface as I tried to shout. I tried to thrust my head from side to side as I saw the bubbles becoming smaller and smaller. I began to feel weak. In a frantic effort I reached up and grabbed her shoulders. My fingers must have dug into her because Mother let go. She looked down on me, trying to get her breath. "Now keep your head below the water, or next time it will be longer!"

I submerged my head, keeping my nostrils barely above the surface of the water. I felt like an alligator in a swamp. When Mother left the bathroom, her plan became more clear to me. As I laid stretched out in the tub, the water became unbearably cold. It was as though I was in a refrigerator. I was too frightened of Mother to move, so I kept my head under the surface as ordered. Hours passed and my skin began to wrinkle. I didn't dare touch any part of my body to try to warm it. I did raise my head out of the water, far enough to hear better. Whenever I heard somebody walk down the hall outside the bathroom, I quietly slid my head back into the coldness.

With the start of school in the fall, came the hope of a temporary escape from my dreary life. Our fourth-grade homeroom class had a substitute teacher for the first two weeks. They told us that our regular teacher was ill. The substitute teacher was younger than most of the other staff, and she seemed more lenient. At the end of the first week, she passed out ice cream to those students whose behavior had been good. I didn't get any the first week, but I tried harder and received my reward at the end of the second week. The new teacher played "pop hits" on 45-rpm records, and sang to the class. We really liked her. When Friday afternoon came, I didn't want to leave. After all the other students had gone, she bent close to me and told me I would have to go home. She knew I was a problem child. I told her that I wanted to stay with her. She held me for a moment then got up and played the song I liked best. After that I left. Since I was late, I ran to the house as fast as I could and raced through my chores. When I was finished, Mother sent me to the backyard to sit on the cold cement deck.

That Friday, I looked up at the thick blanket of fog covering the sun, and cried inside. The substitute teacher had been so nice to me. She treated me like a real person, not like some piece of filth lying in the gutter. As I sat outside feeling sorry for myself, I wondered where she was and what she was doing. I didn't understand it at the time, but I had a crush on her. I knew that I wasn't going to be fed that night, or the next. Since Father wasn't home, I would have a bad weekend. Sitting in the cool air in the backyard, on the steps, I could hear the sounds of Mother feeding my brothers. I didn't care. Closing my eyes, I could see the smiling face of my new teacher. That night as I sat outside shivering, her beauty and kindness kept me warm...

Meet the Author

Dave Pelzer - A retired Air Force crewmember, Dave played a major role in Operations Just cause, Desert Shield and Desert Storm. He was selected for the unique task of midair refueling of the then highly secretive SR-71 Blackbird and F0117 Stealth Fighter. While serving in the Air Force, Dave worked in juvenile hall and other programs involving "youth at risk" throughout California.

Dave's exceptional accomplishments include personal commendations from former Presidents Ronald Reagan and George Bush. While maintaining a rigorous, active-duty flight schedule, Dave was the recipient of the 1990 J.C. Penney Golden Rule Award, making him the California Volunteer of the Year. In 1993 Dave was honored as one of the Ten Outstanding Young Americans (TOYA), joining a distinguished group of alumni that includes Chuck Yeager, Christopher Reeve, Anne Bancroft, John F. Kennedy, Orson Welles and Walt Disney. In 1994 Dave was the only American to be selected as one of The Outstanding Young Persons of the World (TOYP), for his efforts including child abuse awareness and prevention, as well as for instilling resilience in others. During the Centennial Olympic games, Dave was a torchbearer, carrying the coveted flame.

Dave is currently working on a book based on overcoming obstacles and achieving one's innermost best, as well as on the third part of his trilogy, entitled, A Man Named Dave.

When not on the road or with his son, Stephen, Dave lives a quiet life at the Russian River in Guerneville, California, with his box turtle named Chuck.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Rancho Mirage, California
Date of Birth:
1961
Place of Birth:
Daly City, California
Education:
High School equivalency certificate
Website:
http://www.davepelzer.com

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Child Called "It" 4.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 149 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book is one of the best books i have ever read. i request this book to mature (young) children and alot of adults .
Guest More than 1 year ago
A child called ¿It¿ A non fiction book by Dave Pelzer. This book is about one of the worst child abuse stories in California history. This book deals with Dave and his mom. Dave used to rely on his dad to look at for help. But after his dad moves out he has to learn to live with his mom until he can get taken out of that house. His brothers are not much in the way of help. They actually try to make life harder for Dave. The theme of this book is scary, sad, and suspenseful. I really liked this book! I really liked The way that Dave learned how to tell what mood his mom would be in. He could also, usually tell what punishment his mom would give him. Weather it was to get hit or to be put in the bathroom with chemicals he could tell. Even though they were not good punishments I thought it was really cool the way he knew what his mom would do to him. I also loved it when Dave won the ¿game¿ that he and his mom ¿played¿. This was not one of those fun games this was a game of who would win the fight or who would get more hurt in a battle of Dave verse Mom. This book brings up many issues. One issue the book brings up is all the work and all the effort put into everything by Dave to receive nothing. The only reason he did this was because if he did not do this then he would get severely hurt by his mother. Another issue brought up is the conflict between Dave and his mother. His mom always hurts Dave even when Dave does not do anything. This book has affected me in so many ways. It has affected my way of looking at things. I never really thought much about these child abuse stories. I always thought that they were not real or made up. But after reading this story I realized that these stories are really true. I definitely recommend this book!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
All I can say is WOW!! This is such an inspireing story!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
i think it was a outstanding book that is not even the word for it. This book touch many harets and i hope parents thats abuse there kids read this i think that they should make a movie about it on lifetime. So people that have not read the book and understand it can see what abuse children go through this is a wounderful book and i love it.all my sister read it and my mother and they cried from what happen to this child and it is always nasty parents that don't deserve kids or don't know how to handle kids that have them and mistreate them cause they don't know what there doing or there mad at there father or mother so they take it out on the child and that is not right so all you abuse parents i fell soory for ya'll cause when you do things like that and you get locked up or your child taken away from you your going to regret it espceilly if you get lock up cause people in jail will get you.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Reading this book means a lot to me because like Mr. Pelzer, I am a survivor of severe abuse as a child by my mother, which included, my fingers being singed in the stove fire for biting nails, being dunked in water headfirst for not being able to translate a paragraph properly, a finger being disfigured by being burnt by an iron, my racquet broken on me and the knuckle of the middle finger of my left hand being hurt so badly it hurts when i wring water out of clothes for falsely accusing me of sleeping with men for money, being beaten severely by wire used to hang curtains, a scar on my right wrist made by a pencil being cared into my skin, being blamed for being raped as a child and still continuing verbal and threat of physical abuse. I salute Mr. Pelzer for having the courage to write this book and counsel others to stop abuse. His will to survive gives me great inspiration and further fuels my struggle to survive in the face of all adversity and cruelty.
Guest More than 1 year ago
'SMACK! Mother Hits me in my face and I topple to the floor.' David Pelzer, a young boy is always scared his mother is going to hurt him. Most of the time she does. His school nurse calls him down to her office everyday. She is never suprised to see a new bruise on his body. The police began to investigate. His father has left because he doesn't want to deal with it all. But his mom on the other hand will go to great measures to see that he knows who is in charga. he is so abused it makes youo want to cry. A Chid Called 'It' by Davis Pelzer is an amazing yet heart warming story. It is by far the best book I have ever read. He made it through an awful childhood and finally became comfortable enough to tell the world. Yet I don't think his goal by publishing his life story was to get people to take pitty on him but to show how the people in this world can be. i think this book is a great thrilling story and I would recommend this to anybody and everybody that meets the maturity level.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A CHILD CALLED IT is a good book because it explains real things that could happen to people in the future or that all ready happen to them when they were younger. It shows how cruel people can be even your own mother can harm you. Grown ups and kids should read this book so they can get ideas of what to do if someone is being abused or if a parent is abusing a child they should read it so they can know how kids feel when they¿re getting hit. This book is a dramatic book because the mother of the boy is always hitting him for little reasons that she shouldn¿t be hitting him for. The mother is cruel and she shouldn¿t be choosing a favorite child. David¿s mother only hits him and does not hit the other brothers. David is receiving help from the school. David is brave when trying to avoid telling the nurse that it is his mother causing all of those bruises on his body. David¿s family was not always like that they end up being. They use to have fun and always went to the park and have picnics. They always went out as a family everywhere. Until his mom and dad got a divorce, that¿s when his mother became depressed and started hitting him. I like when they use to go out as a family to the park and have picnics. Family is vary important so you have some one to love. The mother is crazy for hitting her kids that way. She shouldn¿t be hitting her son that bad. I like the principal because he took action right away when the nurse told him about the marks. I also think that the nurse is very nice because every morning she would check if he has any marks on his body. When the nurse saw the marks on him she immediately stated asking questions about his marks. The nurse asked him how he received those marks.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I first read the book back in 1998. I actually had to read it twice to make sure that what I read the first time was really what I was reading. I was appauled.I got my girlfriend a copy we cried,and she couldn't read anymore for a while and admitted to me that she was abused as a child. I think that this book should be publicized more,especially since abuse seems to be at it's all time highest. With many cases of children dying from incidents similar to what David endured. This book should be the national source for child abuse awareness. For those who commented about the grammar. Remember that this is a story depicting a deprived and abused child. I can't remember a year going by that I didn't find an opportunity to tell someone about David's story when a subject or case of abuse comes up. Everyone I have told about this book has gone and purchased the book and let me know how much the story has touched them. When I see parents yelling at there children etc. I kindly recommend this book without telling them what it's about. This is certainly a Story That No One Will Ever Forget!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is a true story about the worst case of child abuse in California history. In the 1970¿s David Pelzer was dreadfully abused by his mother, who was brutally beaten and starved by his emotionally unstable, alcoholic mother. She didn't consider him a son but a slave and no longer a boy, but an it. 'A Child Called It' is a very good example of a book that is a eye opener. By reading this book you will be able to feel all the main character emotions, like pain, happiness, sorrow, regret, and etc. I can promise you, when you start reading this book, you wont be able to put it down. You will be wondering what is going to happen next and you will just want to keep on reading the book to the end. Reading this made me realize how lucky I'am to have parents like mine and a good and loving childhood. The one thing this book will show you there is always hope and never give up, no matter how bad the odds are. I think no one can even think of what the main character went through or could how evil mother could be. I recommend this book for high school students because of the language and graphic content of the book. I give this book
Guest More than 1 year ago
I beleive that this book, all though a very passionate and touching story, could have been written a little better. Although, it is a very good read and keeps the readers atention very easily. It's hard to put down once you start reading it and most of the time (from reading the other articles) it seems to be touching to others. It is a good book and the morral values that this book gives are tremendous. We shouldnt look at it just asthough its only a story, more like an example. On what happens in this world and what we should do about this. Im not saying this kind of thing is comon, im just saying, that there is alot of abuse out there, and its time we started doing something about this. By: Bob_Joe
Guest More than 1 year ago
I BOUGHT THIS BOOK LAST NIGHT AND BROUGHT IT TO WORK THIS MORNING AND READ THE WHOLE THING IN ABOUT 3 HOURS! I COULDNT SEEM TO PUT IT DOWN! LOOKING FORWARD TO READING THE OTHER BOOKS BY THIS AUTHOR.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i read all the books and these books are awsome. i dont read at all but these books got me reading. when you start to read these books you dont want to put them down till you are done cause they are so interesting and the are so good. these books are very sad. i dont know how david lived through all these. these books are the best that i have read so far.. i really enjoy them all. i encourage everyone to read them.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is one of the best ones that i have read so far. It is so hard to believe that a boy his age got abused like that. I have gotten many people to read this book and they think the way i do.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Until the age of four, David Pelzer's life seemed perfect, 'the Brady Bunch of the 1960's' as he described them. Shortly after Pelzer's fourth birthday, his mother and father began drinking heavily and, in her drunken bouts, Pelzer soon became the target of his mother's abuse. Years of abuse and neglect passed, as did the drinking, both worsening as time went on. Pelzer's childhood story is a very emotional one, and he does an excellent job of passing his emotion on to his readers. Written for a wide range of audiences, the book is loaded with insight in to the mind of an abused child, written in a way that many can follow. Overall, the book was a very captivating and eye-opening account of child abuse. The book allows the reader to share all of the emotions of the child, and the use of graphic details helps paint the picture of just how severely disturbing and brutal the life of an abused child can be.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this book and i could not belive how bad of a life he had. i thought i had a bad life until i read this book. i don't understand how he with stood this kind of treatment.I think i would have run away the frist chane i got. i would have never let my dad come and pick me up like that. he is very inspiering.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I could not believe that this kind of treatment actually occurs to children, and people in general. It is hard to believe that these types of abuse happen everyday. It is unimaginable to me how a 'so called' person could treat another human being, nevermind her own child. Thank god someone had the courage to call for help. My son came home from school one day and told me that a teacher questioned him about a bruise he had on his arm from football. Up until I read this book I would have been upset that someone would question me as a parent, but since I read this book I thanked god someone cared enough to ask him. It made me feel good to know that people do care, and teachers are aware! Dave Pelzer, I am proud of you!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Dave Pelzer is truly remarkable! This is the kind of book that will pull at your every emotion. The abuse,sadness, and loneliness that he encountered at the hands of his own mother is unbelievable. It is something I cannot begin to fathom. I'am the mother of two absolutely beautiful human beings and after reading this book, I hugged my kids a little tighter. I couldn't put it down, but at times I HAD TO walk away from it(you will see exactly what I mean). This is a book that will leave you with an everlasting impression. Outstanding literature and I commend Mr.Pelzer a million times over.His courage and determination is inspirational.
blloyd More than 1 year ago
"A child called It," is a story about a young boy called David Pelzer. Every page you read will bring more tears to me. This books theme is mainly sorrow, anger, and disbelief. The biography begins with an example of how Dave's mother was treating him. On the day, March 5 1973, starts as any other for Dave; going about the house being the slave for his mother as he does the chores for her, in return for a scrap of food and no beating. This day went on to a positive side when finally the school nurse had enough couldn't stand to look at Dave anymore, having to wear the same old smelly damage clothes every day. The school authorities had been were contacted he finally got helped. Although his life wasn't all fun and games. . Dave feared for his life as his mother constantly beat him and threaten him and provoked his privileges. There numerous points during the book that the life of the young Dave was almost taken away from him. From being burn from a stove, to being in a gas chamber and stab, Dave been through it all. His mother would take everything away from him such as the liberty to associate with his family. He was not allowed have drinks or food so he would steal food and drinks from other students from the school. He went so far as to trying to steal from the grocery store to get food. His mother shorty made him sleep in the basement and have more chores. If dave did not finish in time he would be sent to the "gas chamber". The only chance of being saved from his mother was his father but that concept shortly shredded. His father gave up arguing with his wife and began to spend more and more time outside of the house and more at the bar. Eventually they divorced and the mother took out her anger on David. The beating got worse and worse to a point where his life was holding on by a thread. Finally David got a miracle he deserved. The school nurse took a special eye on David and started recording every scratch and bruise on his body. After getting a lot of information she contacted the principle where he got help. Dave Pelzer wanted to paint a picture in our mind of his family; his 'perfect' family was eaten alive by alcohol. After years and years of abuse, the chance of freedom finally got across. The principle contacted social services and they came to the school and rescue David. The mother was then taken to questioning and hopefully locked away. This book was full of eye opening stories and made me realize how lucky I am. I highly recommend this book to readers.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is very touching and it will remind parents hopefully that they wont abuse their children.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is very inspiring to others that have gone through this or and going through it now. I have read this book to my boys and to other childrens in the community and they love this book. Some of the kids has come forward and have revealed their stories. I have this book more than 100 times and I will continue to read it to the teens in my neighborhood since there seems to be a lot of child abuse here now. With this book I have show children that there is Hope. That you need Courage and not to give up on your. THe same this teacher did a lot for Dave. There are teachers here and others than can help every child out there. No one is alone unless you do not seek help.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i read this book and i was so sad i have both they were good books but very sad. i use to think that i got beat and i told one day and the same was goig to happen to me then one day when it was all over with d-fax my mom get me the book and i was like i dont get beat at all compared to dave. i think that was a horrible think to do especially the part where the mother was like get on the stove and let me watch you burn. i wanted to cry for you. i am so sorry for what you have gone through and i hope if you have children you know how much it hurt and how you did not like it and you dont do the same to your children they sat that it passed down sometimes. i prayed for you in that book it was really touching and i know someone who gets sexually abused andi dont know what to do because the mother is telling her that it is okay and it is not. it is none of my buisness and i dont wanna tell because i should not get into that i feel i think that if something needs to be done it will be. i pray for her too i feel bad.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Dave is the most inspiring man EVER!! It's painful to think of the agony, loneliness, and abuse this person was put through and makes you think about how much your life doesn't really suck. p.s. after reading this book I thought about how much I hated people. I still do but now I have reasons. Even though they aren't as extreme.