lurking i believe the new film girl on a train is going to have some gaslighting elements in it also.
runrabbit - i understand your point. i'm of two minds about it. on the one hand, i do personally recognize i can be naggy/bitchy or whatever you call it, and that in some cases i could do with tempering my instinctive pissed off shouty reaction. so i don't mind not saying something when it really is small and i can easily just let go. my attempted philosophy now is to go "whooooo-saaaaaa" (bad boys II anyone?) and let it go with a deep breath if i can. if he spill crackers on the floor and we get ants in the house? fine, he'll have to pay for an exterminator. he leaves piss on the floor? fine, he has to pay for the cleaner. he blocks the toilet up with chewing gum? fine, he has to pay for a plumber, etc etc. on the other hand, when i've merely made a sarcastic remark or used a stern tone of voice or done the tut-sigh, and he then turns around to say i've screamed at him, i refuse to accept that. but for a while, he had me checking my memory and having wobbles one whether i'd really toned down my reaction or not. in any case, things aren't going well (i think you've been on my other thread), so it may not be a problem much longer.
pidgey - i'm not sure ... that's why i'm asking the question too! but that's bloody awful behaviour. and if i've read right, your dad is being a jerk. for all my (step)dad's quirks and faults, he drove 1000 miles at least twice a year to see ds ... and refused any money for the motels and gas. (we go back too but he usually still has to drive 3-4 hrs each way to see us at my in-laws). i think that's another thing that you grow to realize over time and with experience - what BS you'll put up with or not. I hope that you've now realized what BS your dad pulls and don't allow it anymore.
Here's an example of what I think could fit the definition:
DH and I were in Caribbean at a relatives house with window open. Rain starts pouring and a large (2") cockroach flies in and lands on my head. In reality, I sat there petrified and waiting for DH (sitting next to me) to help get it off my head. After, when DH would tell the story, he would say "Expat ran around the room screaming get it off me get it off me!". Pissed me off to no end, because i absolutely did not even get up off the bed. He made me look like a lunatic. And I was pissed because in reality, he just sat there looking at me and not even lifting a finger to help til I said something to him. He told this story for years and years, and each time I would run through the incident in my head, trying to reconfirm to myself that I was remembering correctly. I finally made it absolutely clear to him that it was completely unacceptable to tell it with that lie in it, to make the story funny or for any other reason. He doesn't tell it anymore, but if he did and said I ran around screaming, I think I'd be ready to punch him in the nose.