A question for the ladies. How was your dad with you when you hit puberty?

I remember I never really liked him but he would often make me feel funny.
He'd put his hand over my shoulders when we walked together and would jokingly pretend to grab them, I liked wrestling as a child to the goal was to be tickled and to tickle I used to get a bit carried away and wanted to play non stop. He would touch my developing breast to get me to stop because he knew I was sensitive about them.
I remember I managed to get him to take me swimming and I didn't know about trimming the bush, despite already feeling odd about it and telling my mum, she told me I was too young for waxing or shaving. In the middle of the swimming pool he said to me, I think you need a wax. For the rest of the time I spent it holding my breath at the bottom of the pool away from the other kids, in fear of leaving the pool, in case anyone would see.
As my body developed I put on weight I remember my bottom got quite big, when ever he got the chance he'd grab my bottom, at one point I had my period and he grabbed so hard that my sanitary towel dislodged, I ended up leaking in the pattern of his fingers, I was so embarrassed.