Something my Nfather did for years was swear in Yiddish or Yiddish/German combined to all the kids. I never knew what the words meant. I thought they were nice words but later learned they were all abusive words; name calling and put downs. Much of this was aimed directly at me.
I think the worst for me was after I was horribly scapegoated and emotionally abused [felt more like a rape] my Nfather would say, "you walk around like you've got a chip on your shoulder." Well duh!!! Of course I've got a problem bozo! I live with you crazy people!

During the last year my Nfather started sending me emails which are quite bizarre. They are addressed to me and all his male friends from where he used to work [the govern.]. Everyone of these emails has been sexual in nature. Most have degraded women. Besides my husband you are the only people I've told about them. For some reason I haven't told my therapist. I don't know why. Maybe because when I share something with him I now know it IS REAL. I come out of denial.
I don't have any memories of my Nfather sexually abusing me. However he was the one who took me to the men who did abuse me. And he used to take me to work and leave me there for some men who abused me. They would take me downstairs and abuse me. My biological father would be there with those men.
So my only conclusion about these odd emails, it is a message of some kind. That is not uncommon with my Nparents. I've been sent these messages [not sexual but purposely triggering] through snail mail over the years. They were always in my birthday and Christmas cards. It was usually done with color, odd colors. Like a hand made black card with red writing for a birthday card.

Not very appropriate for a woman on her birthday. Or a check was made out for an unusual amount.
I figure if I ignore these emails they were go away. That's how I handled the snail mail. Eventually they stopped sending the odd mail.
I've come to the conclusion that my Nfather and Nmother are very sick people. It's no wonder that I live as far away from them as possible. Sometimes I wonder how I survived and stayed sane.