As far back as I can remember, I've always had a strained and awkward relationship with my dad. My younger sister feels the same. But at this point, it's SO awkward, I'm almost certain there's more to it than that, but I can't put my finger on it.
I'm in my 20s, married, moved away from home, graduated from college, etc., so it doesn't really affect me much anymore. But whenever I have to talk to my parents about normal life things (such as who's visiting where for the holidays, or even just general life updates), I dread it. It's so, so awkward. I can even feel myself talking with a deeper/lower, quieter voice with less emotion because expressing my true bubbly voice is too different, too awkward, too... something.
Growing up, my dad was pretty authoritarian, and it's always kind of been "his way or the highway", and if you didn't do what he said or did something he didn't like, you'd get screamed at. He'd apologize almost every time for losing his temper, but the effect stayed, and it didn't really get better through high school. So I think at least part of this feeling is fear.
But there's something more to the awkwardness which I can't quite place. I know that the most awkward thing of all to talk about with my dad is boys. And like, I'm married (straight/female). Obviously I dated a boy. But I don't even want to acknowledge that I dated my now-husband around my dad. For some reason saying that I'm married is fine, but when I was dating guys it was so so so awkward to talk about it. In fact, I didn't even talk to boys in high school because I didn't want to be accused of dating a boy, or have to tell my parents that I was dating someone. My dad never said I couldn't date anyone; which is why I'm confused why I feel this way. I almost cried the first time I went on a date with a guy in college and had to tell my dad, even though it was a really short and very platonic date (we didn't even hug lol). I didn't tell him about most of the dates I went on, and I only told him when absolutely necessary (i.e. "I'm dating a guy I'm thinking about marrying and you should probs know").
Is this some sort of deep-rooted reaction to a childhood trauma I don't remember? Or maybe a mix of a bunch of emotions? Or maybe a reaction to something subconscious I'm not consciously perceiving?
I am not aware of any sexual assault that I suffered as a child, or physical abuse of any sort. I'm lucky that way. But I almost wonder if something did happen that I can't remember for the awkwardness to so strong to weigh both me and my sister down every time we have to talk to our parents.