Thread by @marvhicc, I don't really know how to put this into words but here [...]

I don't really know how to put this into words but here it goes.
My dad is a tough guy, him and I have never really gotten along but I always try my best to help him when I can (chores and such). He's constantly showing traits of toxic parenting and a bit of control issues
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and he has accepted that he has a severe case of ocd. But tonight I broke down crying in front of him. Tonight I share my experience of what it's like to live with my dad.
So a couple days ago my dad asked me for my finances, I showed him my detailed excel spreadsheet
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that has data of how much I spend in different categories such as food, car payment, drinks, subscriptions, etc. This information was not enough for him. A day after he emailed me (that's right we live in the same house and he decides to email me) asking for a spreadsheet
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of the deposits an deductions of my bank account along with the total amount in both my checkings+savings. Money is a touchy subject for a lot of people, myself included so I emailed him back kindly declining his request.
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Through a series of emails and a research paper I made arguing my claim that sharing personal information related to money is a touchy subject we finally talked it out in person tonight.
He was not having it.
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He argued and yelled stating that even though I felt uncomfortable sharing personal financial details that I have to do it no matter what. He continues to attempt to guilt trip me telling me that he helps pay for insurance and telephone bills and as his son I have to obey
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He persisted asking the negative effects of sharing personal finances and no matter what I answered he always went back to the "I don't care if you feel uncomfortable you still have to show me". I explained to him that I nearly passed out when I received the email after
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I declined his request. The email where I had to explain myself as to why I feel uncomfortable sharing. The thought of someone else knowing exactly how much I spend on food, drinks, gas, subscriptions and the total amount of all of my accounts spiked my blood pressure.
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I was on my way to walk a dog for a family friend when I received his email and I nearly fainted on the drive there. Back to the argument, he didn't really care and continued to guilt trip me. I sat there in complete silence.
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You know that feeling in the back of your eyeballs when you know you can no longer hold those tears back? Well I felt that and once my dad realized I was about to start crying he stopped talking. I tried my best to hold it back and to keep calm but I couldn't do it anymore.
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Why would my dad continue to do this? Does he really not care? and then all of a sudden I was bawling. My dad waited in silence for five whole minutes while he just sat there looking at me cry. Once it slowed down he picked up where he left off as if nothing happened.
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Because of my silence he left the room yelling at me saying he will cut me off from car insurance, telephone, food, etc.
And now here I am typing out this thread. I don't know what else to do.
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Besides this, he has also created a detailed chart and spreadsheet of how I should spend my time from how much hours I should spend studying, working, going out, cleaning and time at home. He has also repeatedly taken out my car battery to stop me from leaving the house if I
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Disobey the chart he has made of how I should spend my time. He's constantly tracking me on this app called Life360 and I had to sign a contract stating that he will cut my data off if I ever try to delete the app or turn my location off.
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I know I still have the chart he sent me, I'll add screenshots of it soon for evidence. But I want to take a poll to see how many of you share your personal financial information with your parents

I guess I can never live up to what my dad expects of me, but that's okay, Im trying to learn to live past that disappointment he sees in me.
To everyone who's in a similar boat, I feel your pain

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