Anyone else dislike their dads?

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Hearing your replies has made me re-assess things...
I've learnt to overlook his flaws (which are admittedly mild) and accept him for who he is.
I'm sorry to hear that so many of your dads are abusive, anti social or absent, i can't imagine how that must feel.

My dad said people should treat their kids like dogs. He hit me one time when I was a kid and always had been really cold, distant and disapproving of my own choices. Everything I did was to please him, or out of fear. So yeah I hate him now, I still have an extremely low self-esteem because of it.

Today is my father's birthday. He has been dead for a few years... he'd be 96 if he were alive today. I was always a disappointment to him. Whenever I was talking to him he didn't listen to what I was saying. When we were talking I was just exposing more crazy about myself. We never talked or had a conversation where we shared ideas and thoughts about anything.

I love my Dad. I hate some of the things he does. He's so frugal that people around him suffer from it. I could go on and on as to how. He's verbally abusive once in a while. It’s probably because he doesn't know better. We both have the same trait for repeating the same annoying story, so unlike him, I don't get mad when someone reminds me that I'm doing it.

i used to downright hate my father. He would go into rages without warning and I never felt safe and secure growing up.
He would also lecture for hours at a time what a selfish and lazy child I was. He lost a lot of relatives in the Nagasaki bomb explosion and several times expressed the wish that I'd be dead like they were. This was when I was a pre-schooler and it scared the crap out of me. He rarely physically abused me, but one of the few times he did, I told my mother and she took his side.
I'm a bit more forgiving now because I realize that both of my parents spent a lot of time in somewhat abusive foster homes, so they both have attachment issues and see abuse only as broken bones and being molested, and don't recognize emotional abuse as such. Neither of parents will go see a psychiatrist. Even though I was forced to and was labled "the sick one" in the family, I'm glad I did, because I got both the medication I needed and the diagnosis of being Aspergers and manic depressive.

My dads not that bad.

He's irresponsible but i don't consider him to be a nasty person. He had a bad temper when he was growing up, he grew up in a rough working class area in a time where it was normal for kids to get knocked around by their fathers and he could handle himself in a fight but he never directed it at any of his kids because i guess that was something he wanted to fix from his childhood. He did direct it at my mother but in his defense it could have been a lot worse, it was more violent arguments than actual violence, broken house stuff, shouting, if he ever did hit her i can't honestly say i ever noticed any marks on her. My dad was hippy like in his inability to force any ideas on me when i was growing up. Totally free range parenting. Which is funny because i think i'd be the exact opposite, my parents were TOO slack.

I suppose i've paid for his irresponsibility with my start in life but im not bitter, i've learned from it. My dad as an actual person is actually very down to earth and easy to talk to, despite his bad choices in life, despite things he's maybe done in anger, he's pretty genuine and concerned. He's far from selfish and he'll help anyone in any way he can. I could honestly say that if he had £1 he'd give it to you without question (which i know i got from him). Most of the bad parts about him have got better as he's aged, his temper disappeared with his ability to back it up with force, he's still irresponsible but he's on nowhere near the level he was when I was young.

Sometimes, I'm not too happy with my father. I've hated him at times. I've felt ashamed of him. He's an alcoholic, too. However, he's essentially not a bad person. Just very weak, and refuses to be helped.

So if push comes to shove, I don't dislike him. Feelings I have for him are complicated, though.

OP: Your dad sounds like a carbon copy of my dad. The only difference I see is that my dad does socialize with a handful of people once or twice a month. One of the biggest beefs I have with him is that he smokes pot and is constantly trying to get me to do the same -- which just aggravates me to no end. I got that enough in high school. I don't need my family doing it, too.

I think everyone's parents can get on their nerves at times. I think I prefer my dad over my mom. He's a hispanic with a really hot temper, but not as bad as mine. He knows me a lot better than my mom does, even though I only see him every other weeekend. He's also claimed that he only has a few years left to live because of his declining health problems, but I'm not 100% sure. He's the only dad you've got, so you should appreciate him. One of these days when he's gone, you're gonna look back and remember your father. Don't you want to be able to tell your kids or even your grandkids about how great a father you had? I know at least I do. Have you thought about maybe spending some bonding time with him, to kind of get to know eachother better? If you let him open to you, then you can actually learn something really cool about him. And you guys can do somehting you both like, or if you guys have nothing in common then you can always introduce eachother to new things. Just as long as you don't take your father for granted in the end

I strongly dislike my dad, and he earned it. I don't even want to think about him possibly being on the autism spectrum because I HHHHHHAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEE!! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! ! having anything in common with him.

Even if he was on the spectrum, I'm certainly somewhere else on it.

Growing up, my parents gave me every material thing a child could want...

... and I hated them for it.

I figured it all out when I was about 10 or so. Like previous Christmas seasons, there were presents literally stacked floor to ceiling by the dozens. That day, however, I realized that they were trying to compensate for never being around. They always put their businesses first, leaving my grandmother to raise myself and my brothers.

It was that day that I looked my father straight in the eye and said, "Take all this stuff away. YOU CAN'T BUY MY LOVE!"

The response? One of many hundreds of beatings I took from him in my life.

Three words I can not recall ever hearing in my life from them: I love you.

To this day, I have never had those words uttered to me. By anyone.