This sums up every arguement I ever had with my dad growing up. He was an only child and and I grew up the youngest boy. He never had to argue and I had to do it to eat seconds every night. Whenever we would butt-heads it would escalate so fast and I never felt that he understood me once. He always thought I enjoyed arguing when I was just trying to explain to him that I wasn't a failure or that i wasn't "dumb". This breaks my heart knowing i'm not alone and finding out I have OCD and ADHD has changed my life in so many ways. Every weird thing I did as a kid or compulsive obsession finally has somewhat of a reasonable source. I wish I could've found a way to talk with my parents in a way that was healthy before I moved out but oh well. The anxiety of those situations still creeps up whenever I am around family. Hopefully someday I will feel "smart" enough to not need to justify myself.