my dad used to tickle me. i hated it.
he also used to kiss me - goodbye, goodnight etc - but i DEFINATLY used to feel the very tip of his tongue.
once when he took me to school, i refused to give him a bye bye kiss- he yelled after me in the street 'bitch' - i was in junior school!
he used to make'jokes' about my pants smelling of fish.
when they were muck spreading on the fields at the back of our house he used to say it was my knickers.
he once told me men have needs and need to masturbate.
he once confided in me he hadnt had sex with mum for years and was going out for drives with a girl from my college (he was a mature student at the time)
once when i was very little, i woke up in the niht and he was there. i got very upset but cant remember anything other than getting up and putting abut 6 pairs of pants on (i dont remember why) then my dad saying i had got my bedding all twisted round me and he was sorting it out (which he could well have been) i put a bolt on my door some time after that though, for privacy.
when i was older, he used to make jokes abut my sex life - i once slept with a policeman and somehow he found out - he called me a pigporker.
He used to tickle me in front of mum, my mates etc etc - it looked like a very fun game, i am sure those watching would have gone ahh dont they have a close relationship.
I think something was very odd with him.
Now i pretend i have pogonophobia (fear of beards!) to avoid kissing him!
HORRIBLE HORRIBLE HORRIBLE HORRIBLE
i play fight and tickle my kids but it is totally different. it truly does depend on what else is going on - tickling/slapping in itself says nothing.