My father would always make fun of me with words more then physically, although I have been shoved and strangled by him before.
He would make fun of me when I was as young as about 4, he would say how my voice is too high pitched and that I'm a girl and how weak I am, which is even more fucked up when you know I have 3 sisters, he would call me a cunt or my sisters cunts, if there was any minor fuck-up, like someone dropping something on the ground, he'd either shout at you for it in a demeaning way or just make some grunting noise and swear at you behind your back.
He would come home drunk and act really strange and touchy, he'd grab onto your soldier and talk in a way that would just creep you out and make you feel just small and worthless because you would want him to just go away but you couldn't make him.
The way he acted towards me and my sisters made me quite hateful of women in general, he would call them cunts and treat them as lower then me and so I would do the same.
The only time he would be nice to me is when he wants money from me, he would literally be kind and treat me with respect for a couple days and then ask for me, its gotten to the point where I know when hes doing it, its such a change of characters that it disgusts me how he would abuse my trust in him, he knows hes still my dad to me and that if he needed something I would almost have to give it to him.
I've also had a very troubled life at school which I blame mainly on how my father would treat me, I would bully other kids because I would see them as weaker, if they couldn't run as fast as me, if they couldn't beat me in a fight of if they weren't very smart I would pick on them and make their school life hellish, it didn't help that I was popular and could get away with it, my teachers at school were also assholes so that never helped me behave, I even had my head master drag me by my collars all the way down the school corridor infront of every class and I would laugh and smile all the way down to keep up some sort of image and I remember the next day, the teachers would offer me cake so I wouldn't tell my parents how they had physically push and pulled me, although I don't exactly blame them because I would literally trash classrooms even though the way they handled me wasn't going to fix how I acted.
I'm only 17 but I'm trying to improve the way I act around people and I think I've made some decent improvements, I actually want to become a police constable, not for most of my life, but while I'm young I'd like to do something more intense and rewarding then working in an office.