My dad was EXTREMELY hard on me academically and put intense pressure on me to go to medical school because he was a doctor in the Philippines. Even though I know he had good intentions, his delivery wasn't the greatest. I used to resent him like CRAZY for that and it me depressed a few years ago.
On the bright side, it toughened me up a whole lot. I used his threats as motivation to prove him wrong
He calmed down ALOT when I finished college with latin honors. I think he realized that I can be successful in my own right, even if I didn't pursue the path he wanted me to.