You exchanging stories with Ken made me remember you talking about the digging holes punishment. My dad’s favorite punishment was cleaning the trash cans. The difference was I could always point to a reason for the punishment, I stayed out too late, messed up the car, or whatever and if I remind him of this now, he immediately remembers and adds accurate details to the story. Now, that experience has become a funny family history story because there was no humiliation in it and was probably a way to get me out of his face so he could cool off.
As far as a diagnosis, I am a Licensed Professional Counselor, my guess from what I heard is narcissistic personality disorder.
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