Whats the point?

Sympathy to you. Even in my pain I can’t imagine how awful that would feel. I never confessed my depression and suicidal tendencies to my parents even though it all began when my Mom expressed to my school principal, right in front of me, that they had been worried for years that I was strange, because i liked monster movies and comic books, because I drew cartoons instead of dating girls or playing sports. CRUSHING. And said to a practical stranger who didn;t give two craps about me, not to me. So for years they had considered me weird and a failure. When I realized that, that they did not love me and in fact were appalled by me, the first suicide thoughts occured; have never left.
I have come to realize, that at that same moment, other families were ENCOURAGING their artistic, sensitive, creative sons and they grew up to be Steven Speilberg, Peter Jackson, Steve Jobs. Mine were disappointed that i didn’t learn welding and take a factory job. They never read so much as a panel of my 1000 published pages, but cheerily reminded me that choosing art as a career was foolish and my own fault.
Parents have NO IDEA what damage they can do. And they aren’t intending to damage anyone. Sometimes the children must be stronger than the parents; sounds like that is your situation. Don’t fall for your Mom’s perception that YOU are the failure. Life is difficult, and teenage is the worst. You WILL leave there someday, and with luck you will find a support group of friends who judge you less, and accept who you are.