When I moved in with my dad at 13, he had two lodgers, so I shared the attic with him for 2 and a half years. I remember feeling uncomfortable when he used to watch me take my pyjamas off in the morning and put my clothes on. I remember thinking 'why is he doing that?', but too scared to say 'don't watch me'. I remember him leering at his daughter, my half sister, when she was 17 when she wasn't looking. When I was 15, we were in the pub one Saturday night. I went to ask him for 50p to put on the pool table. He gave it to me, then said in front of the people around 'Bend over son, I wanna give you one up the arse', while making a physical gesture with his body, then he laughed. I just looked away and kept walking towards the pool table.