My father wasn't someone you told you didn't like something really.
I was a very unhappy child and was consistently bullied through school. I was self conscious, gauche and socially inept. I don't know if I was aware at the time that it mattered so very much. I liked pleasing people generally so wouldn't have thought to complain.
He does have massive gender issues which as an adult, and one in counselling I can both shrug off but also be a bit 
by.
He says (to my mum and me) that women are like emotional baggage that you are trying to stuff into a cheap carrier bag and the handles are stretched to the limit.
I didn't deliberately want to shock, but like MaryZ said, a part of me needed to know that if it wasn't OK to happen to another child, then it wasn't OK that it happened to me. I didn't even use my usual posting name because somehow if I project it all onto 'someone' else, I can be objective about the rightness or wrongness of it. But if I tell it as happening to me, I have to feel it.
To go to school and be teased about wearing a brace and then come home to that on my bedroom door. No I didn't like it. But didn't have the voice to say so.
If I objected, he would shrug and express that my reaction was proof of my emotional irrationality.
He says our redeeming point is that we are nice to look at.
It is with some sadness that I have recognised the pattern of my failed relationships echoing my upbringing. Apologising for everything, feelings reactions.