When I was little my father would come in to the bathroom whilst I was having a bath and laugh at me while i was squirming then he would take pictures.

He would be laughing at how funny it was to him. It was sick.

Fortunately he never touched me sexually although he would get a hard on when he beat me with a whip when I was a teenager. My mom would tell him how 'bad' i was and then when he came home from work he would pour a drink and come in and whip me. He was either beating her or me.

My mother was a clinical psychologist. She died many years ago and I still cannot figure out much about her except she was much closer to my sister than to me and to me, a hypocrite. My father is alive but no longer part of my life. I decided I finally had enough of his harmful acts.

I feel grateful I have never sexually abused another human being, so I am a step up from my father. My father is an alcoholic bipolar btw.