I’ll try the removing shame and guilt part,  but unfortunately I’ve already enlightened my father about my hard feelings towards his behaviour, and his contrabehaviour is very classic for a perpetrator: He´s neglecting my emotions about the event, as though they’d not be true. “No, that’s not what happened, I remember that as if it was yesterday… We had little nice night moments reading bedtime stories.”

Sorry Dad, but you stopped reading me bedtime stories when I was eleven. This was years after that.

A little bitterness needed to air out there.

Thank you for your advice Anita, I’ll make the best out of it.