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What kind of relationship do you have with your dad?

I barely know my dad. He goes to work early in the morning, comes home late, maybe does something outside, then watches TV for a short time until he falls asleep. I rarely talk to him. We're both socially awkward and don't know much about each other, so when we do talk it's only 30 seconds of contentless awkward². But he also doesn't bother me, so this relationship works fine for me.

I think my dad had Asperger's. He had real social anxieties.

He could work though and held a pretty decent job for the same company for a long time.

I don't remember any emotional connection. Mostly him just scolding me if I didn't do something right. He was real keen on doing things the right way to get the job done correctly.

He struggled mightily with depression and so did I when I was young. He told me what he did to cope and I tried the same things, changed myself in a few ways and now no longer have that problem.

i love my papa

My dad and I are kind of lot of like. He used to not like that fact that we are a like. We used to have lot of conflict since he likes to goof around a lot. I love him anyway.

A extremely abusive pedophile. Needed police protection from death threats made against us.

iFather Me & I iFather.

My dad is very similar to me. I think that he has Asperger's too, but maybe to a lesser degree. We get along okay now that I don't live in their house, but when I was younger he was very strict, verbally and occasionally physically abusive, not at all affectionate or loving, and completely uncompromising. Everything had to be exactly his way all the time, which meant a very uncomfortable existence for me. For instance he is always hot and I am always cold, and he would demand the air conditioner on in the car at all times, or else the windows rolled down (even on the freeway), and as my "spot" in the car was behind the driver's side, this was very bad for me. I would often be crying because I could not handle the air on me. But he did not care at all.

The only way we get along is through our shared humor. We have the same sense of humor that not many others can really understand.

So things are neutral now, but when I was a child it was not pleasant at all.

we've never been close.

My father's essentially what I think I would be like if I was NT. We get along really well.

I suspect my dad is an aspie and we have always gotten along well.

Somewhere between "My Dad loves me but doesn't understand me." and "My Dad doesn't care about me nor understands me." right now, but I'm an emotional teenager so no one understands nor cares about me.

My father was an abusive, alcoholic nothing. He sent me to school bleeding from the face where his leather belt struck.

When my mother left when I was 6, he doled us kids out to his family and friends. I don't think he ever worked, just hanged out with other drunken bums on the beach, I guess.

He got us all back to live with his mother but she was just another abusive prick. He used to come in the house vomiting everywhere.

He was a worthless, abusive sperm donor, nothing more.

I have a bit of a complicated relationship with my father. He's a heavy drinker, but thank goodness he is not violent at all. In my childhood, I would often bear witness to the verbal conflicts he had with my mother, which ended up afflicting me in the sense that it gave me a conflict-scare, and I now absolutely hate to have any kind of confrontation with other people.
My father also suffers from OCD, which stems from a traumatic experience from before I was born.
He's not autistic by any means, but he is somewhat introverted.
We don't talk all that much, and we're mostly awkward around each other. We have fought a lot in my teenage years and early twenties.

As I mentioned before, I am the offspring of a philandering creep who had an affair with my mother. I saw him once as a child, in family court when I was 9 and my mom got desperate enough to try to wrest some child support from him.

When I was about 32, I saw an elderly man in the library with a folder that had his name on it who may have been him or may not. I thought about saying, "Hi. I'm So-and-so, and this is my daughter. I believe you may have known my mother." Instead, I just smiled and nodded hello and he smiled and nodded back. Later, I wished I would have spoken up. He was the director of finance for a major university here and might have wanted to do right by his grandchild.

I get along with my dad better than my mom.