My dad is the main factor behind 4 of my 7 hospitalizations. Others can say what they want about him (my aunt repetitively tells me how he's a good father), but I know the truth, and that is he is abusive, disrespectful, rude, and a jerk. And it's not that he doesn't understand, after all I inherited half of my mental illness genes from him. He's just pissed that by luck my brother came out normal and I didn't and can't live up to my brother's standards. He tells me to get off my lazy *** and get a job even though right now I'm in the middle of a med change and am either suicidally depressed or so far the other way that I can't focus longer than a minute and can't even sit through my 20 minute med appointment because I have so much energy. Then when I offer to help around the house he tells me I'm too fat. This, coming from a man who a year ago was 400lbs. Just because I gained as much as he lost he thinks he has a right to comment on my weight now, I never commented on his even though his size impacted my childhood.

Some people just aren't good people, and the best thing to do with them is get away from them as soon as possible.