I agree with Yokker. I would add tho, it sounds like your mum was already stressed about something else and decided to take her frustration out on you, a lot of people in general don't think anything through when they are angry/annoyed. They just blurt out whatever c#@p they want without thinking of the consequences, or hurt it can cause.
If my mum comes home from work after a long day she will start asking judging and downgrading questions which do nothing but make me feel even worse. I must add tho, without her i'd be lost. She is the only person who still tries to help me. My dad on the other hand has no concept of what a mental health problem is so he has no filter when hes talking to me. He always judges, discards achievements, and never supports me. He's said a couple of times in 20 years that he loves me but i'm really not convinced.
One day i was trying to get up early, i was outright exhausted and literally could not get up. After mum trying several times to wake me and failing. My dad storms in 100% raging, pulls the quilt off my bed while shouting (well screaming) 'Get up you lazy f#c7ing s#1te. You are f#c7ing useless. Get out of your f#c7ing bed' <---(moderated version). My mum had to come into my room and drag him out to calm him. I think after he saw my SI scars for the first time he realized i'm not just 'lazy', and he'd just been an a$$, to put it nicely.
It took me a long time, about a year i suppose, to open up to him again. Although i didn't really trust him the same. My symptoms had flared up again after a relapse (still ongoing) and i was on edge quite a lot. On a bad day i ended up getting out of bed at about 1:00pm. As soon as he saw me at breakfast he said i should 'try to get up early' in a really judging hurtful tone. I replied with 'I've been trying my best this past 4 years' to which he said 'not from what i've seen'. This royally pissed me off, as you may understand. It sparked a massive argument which ended in him telling me to get out of his house. Luckily my mum was there and intervened. What would he expect me to do with no job, no money and no friends...i had already been thinking of suicide as it had been a horrible fortnight, to undersell it. I haven't opened up to him since then, (about 4 months) and i don't expect to any time soon as he'll just hurt me again. No point juggling with knives. Eventually i'll mess up and get hurt. Again.
ahhh rant over, pressure released for the time being. I would apolagise for the 1 billion + words but if you've made it this far i assume you wanted to read it
Hope the therapy continues to work for you and i hope things between you and your mum are getting better
One does not simply recover in a day.
Diagnosed MDD and BPD, and I suspect AvPD.
I feel like I can't go on, but here I am still crawling onward.
Oh look, more $#1T...I was wondering What to do with the rest of my day.