Also he never says "Thank you" or "Please"
I have mentioned this to him:
He would then say the words in a sacastic childish manor.
Something like "Oh thank you Brendan soo much" in a childish squeaky" made up voice.
I was beaten many times by him as a child. And once I broke down I was left to recoup alone, behind the bathroom door.
Not sure how long the beatings went on, but I think years, as I remember that they stopped when I had become to strong and on 1 beating I think I may have broken a bone in his wrist, as it swelled up like a ballon. that was the last beating I remember, so I'm guessing they would have continued for longer without this incident.
I remember pissing on a child of my class in the boys toilet once. I wonder could this act have been a cry for help ?
I remember that the teacher did report the incident to my Mother.
No connection was made at the time.
I remember working on Jobs with my father and walking home leaving the Job because of stress believe it or not.
I know understand it was because of frustration.
There was very few words spoken on any Job. and certainly no words of incouragement or credience. These walk-offs happened in the years of my teens.
I always fealt Fustrated on these Jobs.
I suffered from depression as a result.
I run the Business now. but recently my Father asked me to do a Job with him which was a rush Job as the client was going on Hols and they needed the work done.
Again after all the years frustration. would you believe it.
But what realy annoyed me was the fact that, There was no "Thank you" given.
On a recent phone -call I brought up the matter and said I wanted to be thanked for doing this Job with him. He said he saw no reason to Thank me.
My Father never uses my name.
I have pointed this fact out to him.
He replys with his childish squeaky" voice "How are you Brendan"
Regards.Brendan
I have mentioned this to him:
He would then say the words in a sacastic childish manor.
Something like "Oh thank you Brendan soo much" in a childish squeaky" made up voice.
I was beaten many times by him as a child. And once I broke down I was left to recoup alone, behind the bathroom door.
Not sure how long the beatings went on, but I think years, as I remember that they stopped when I had become to strong and on 1 beating I think I may have broken a bone in his wrist, as it swelled up like a ballon. that was the last beating I remember, so I'm guessing they would have continued for longer without this incident.
I remember pissing on a child of my class in the boys toilet once. I wonder could this act have been a cry for help ?
I remember that the teacher did report the incident to my Mother.
No connection was made at the time.
I remember working on Jobs with my father and walking home leaving the Job because of stress believe it or not.
I know understand it was because of frustration.
There was very few words spoken on any Job. and certainly no words of incouragement or credience. These walk-offs happened in the years of my teens.
I always fealt Fustrated on these Jobs.
I suffered from depression as a result.
I run the Business now. but recently my Father asked me to do a Job with him which was a rush Job as the client was going on Hols and they needed the work done.
Again after all the years frustration. would you believe it.
But what realy annoyed me was the fact that, There was no "Thank you" given.
On a recent phone -call I brought up the matter and said I wanted to be thanked for doing this Job with him. He said he saw no reason to Thank me.
My Father never uses my name.
I have pointed this fact out to him.
He replys with his childish squeaky" voice "How are you Brendan"
Regards.Brendan