My dad just made fun of me for my fucking eating disorder, who the hell does that? He's a grown ass man, and yet, when we asked him not to do that to me specifically, his fucking child, he threw a temper tantrum, slamming door, yelling, telling us that we're "too sensitive" and that, "kids these days need to learn how to take a joke" then he sat me down for a lecture, telling me I need to stop being a little bitch, and "how can you like things like Heather's and South Park when they make fun of that stuff too?" I told him it's not about the joke, it's that it directly targeted me and what I'm struggling with, I didn't even make a big deal about it in the first place, literally all I said was, "Can you please not say stuff like about me?" And walked away, also his "Lecture" was an hour after it happened, grow up, everyone else moved on, and he called us out after we went to bed, because he thought of new stuff to say, giant toddler