I hate it that my parents can’t even understand me

It was a fine morning, I woke up with a good mood and me and my mother were joking together like any other. After I ate my breakfast, I wanted to stretch my body but my mother misunderstood and thought I won’t wash the dishes. I said, “I want to stretch my arms.” Then my aunt comments, “That’s her excuse.” My mother immediately replied, “Don’t involve yourself.” And then I couldn’t control my tears for the first time after finally getting control of my depression and anxiety. I rushed to the sink and washed the dishes, crying. My mother approached me and she said, “Thank you for being obedient today.” Why though, why did you say that. Then when she see me cry, she said, “Why are you crying? For that reason, you are crying? You are just wasting your tears.” This is the reason I got depression, anxiety and social phobia from the first place. No one ever understood me or my actions.