my dad hit my across the face when no one else was around when I didn't know what 6 x 6 was and said 25 the first time he tried to teach the multiplication table to me, and it made me feel utterly hopeless and despair to have someone like him as a father
physically, it was held back, emotionally, it hurt deeply
the first thing he gave me was video games, fun but physically degrading, as opposed to something fun and physically enhancing (i wish i knew about martial arts when I was younger, as it would have probably helped me stay the right course, instead of drifting down the internet/computer games path)
he thought mom and I were having sex and never trust me to be alone with mom, as he said we had to get separate hotel rooms when i was scheduled to get my colon cut out (pre-magnesium)