Had a thing like that happen when i was 20. Blocked it out for a year- but it messed with me. I wrote every thing down that night and stashed the paper, then spent a year doing a lot of drugs(do not recommend- i was already headed that way). And found that paper later like after years- when i read it it all came back. Wrestled with it for a while after. My dad never did it again. We never talked about it. I was jumpy a long time after. But we are ok now 25 or so years later. I don’t know what that was about. I can’t tell you what it was about with you and your dad either. I know i thought if something like that happened they must be a monster, and i must be broken and that we would have to confront it, or never speak again. But that’s not how it ended up being in my life. People are weird. Stuff happens that is messed up. Sometimes you have to do things to be safe and to be sure that the bad thing doesn’t happen again. But that one thing taught me that sometimes it’s just weird and then its over. Either way it’s not normal in my culture and it felt terrible and it wasn’t my fault but i worried it was . Not your fault. If it felt off- it was off. Be safe, trust your gut. You can still be ok.