So let me get this straight. Your dad told you that he used to be able to do something absolutely remarkable, and that he still could do it if it didn't take so much energy. This would suggest that he had some reasonable measure of control over it. By your previous experience, it sounds like you might have some hereditary potential for some amazing ability. Did you ask your dad to teach you to harness this power? Because right now you sound like you were Luke living right there with Yoda and never bothering to ask him to teach you. Or maybe Harry talking to the snake and unwittingly letting it out with his mind but never bothering to go to Hogwarts.
I know you're just

, but I'll take the bait anyway. Maybe it'll help.The back story is that my Dad probably spent all of ~40 hours (that he didn't have to) with me as a child. He was around, under the same roof...but as he put it to my mom, with full knowledge of knowing I could hear him say it:
"I've gotta deal with kids all day, the last thing I want to do is deal with kids all night or on the weekend." So apart from him yelling at me for missing curfew by five minutes or bringing an A- home on the report card maybe 3-4 times, total, between 9th and 12th grade), the only time I'd see him would be a maximum of one meal/day. Or if he had to be stuck with me in a car driving me somewhere if my Mom wasn't available. Basically, my Dad is the spoiler alert for the movie
A Beautiful Mind. Award-winning teacher, brilliant. Changed his field for the better (at least regionally). Until his mind eventually decided to go on semi-permanent vacation.
I left home at 18, and I only went back on Thanksgiving and Christmas because our campus housing was closed and I would have been homeless. Never lived at home again apart from those several days I was forced out. Talk to my mom about 4-5 times/week! But my dad? I'm not sure if he and I have talked more than ten hours since I graduated college (19 years ago). The only reason this subject came up in conversation at all one is because he is BIG into genealogy...and there are a ton of stories from my great-grandmother and my grandmother's younger brother that he wrote in one of his books (before the bipolar reared its ugly head). Stories which made me feel NOT crazy (for some of the experiences I had as a child). i.e. My great-grandmother was nearly run out of their church (the church I grew up in) after being accused of witchcraft. As she would "see" things that were about to happen, with uncanny frequency and accuracy. To the point where local police would call her during missing person cases...or to help locate a body if a swimmer/boater went missing in a lake/river. And from miles away, she'd tell them exactly where to find the unfortunate people. A person she had never met. In a place she had never visited.
So long story short, my Dad was never a Dad/Father. He provided half the ingredients to make the soup that is me! But other than giving me a roof and making sure my mom had enough to buy us groceries, that was about the extent of it. So you wonder why I never asked him to tell/teach me more when I was a kid? Because he and I
never talked. And I never knew about all the other stories until I was well into my 20s (stories which my grandmother and other relatives also shared/acknowledged, but HATED to talk about...for the same reason as 3-4 people in this thread basically calling up psych wards on my behalf). And by then? Between my Dad's suicide attempt (the week before my wedding), my MIL's leukemia and passing, my niece's attempted suicide, my losing a cousin (CLOSE family) to a drunk driver, my parents divorce, me losing both my grandparents who filled in for "dad" as a child, etc., he was the absolute last person I'd want to spend any more time with than absolutely necessary.
Help?