This is going to sound like I am blaming and have resentfulness toward my Dad, but it's not true.
When I was a young child, my Dad used to say when I brought a test paper home, 98%? What? Why didn't you get 100%? I took it to heart and have to ask, does anyone think it is normal for a 4th grader to get up at 4 a.m. to study for tests from then on? It certainly did affect me! I look back and know he was joking now, but, as a child, I took him seriously. It certainly continued to affect me subconciously too. It turned me into a perfectionist that's expectations of myself are ridiculously high! When I graduated High School, I came in 5th out of 515 students, but by studying and memorizing my text books--I was not naturally smart. I also got 4 promotions in 7 years in the last job I was able to work. (I'm think many of you know I am disabled now due to mental illness--OCD is my biggest problem--I wonder if deep down that stems a little from that.) The stress continues to this day. Although I need rest, I think I always should be doing something--anything to make myself feel worthwhile.
But, I loved my Dad so very much, and admired him, also. He worked 3 jobs to provide for his 3 kids and my Mom, and to allow her to stay home to raise us. He, also, made sure we had vacations, weekends at the Jersey Shore, the things kids wanted to play with--the things he never had. He had to quit school in his senior year of high school to provide for his family since his Dad and one Brother was disabled and his other Brother was drafted into the army. At least with him working, my Grandmother could put food on the table. They were so poor.