I don't understand how my mother's mind works at all, she's just completely insane. Tonight I was just sitting down petting my dog. Suddenly she comes in the room and starts screaming about how "disgusting" I am for petting my dog.
I just didn't get it, petting the dog is a normal thing to do right? Then she announced that I couldn't eat dinner that night and ordered me to go to my room. I try to ask her why and she wouldn't tell me, all she'd say is that petting my dog was disgusting.

Now, she does this sort of thing often and I was sick of it. This time I didn't do as I was told, I sat down and demanded she told me what about petting the dog she had a problem with so I could stop doing it in future. She wouldn't say anything other than "I hate you! Go somewhere and die! You're disgusting!" Then she ordered me to get out of the house. Again, I asked for an explanation and
she ran to the phone while screaming that she was going to call the police to escort me out. I guess she realized they wouldn't take her seriously and she hang up after only dialing one or two numbers. Instead she bolted upstairs sand locked herself in her room. So here I am now writing this online, I swear to Jesus I am not making a word of it up.

The only thing I can think is that she doesn't like to see me petting the dog because I don't have many friends and she thinks that I should get drunk with ape-like jerks and have meaningless sex with random bimbos more often.
But even then, why the hell would she act like that? I didn't say a rude word to her, the worst thing I did was refuse to go my room without an explanation.

I'm very angry and confused right now, I don't think I deserve to be treated like that. Ironically she's always going on about how I'm mentally unbalanced because a social worker thinks I have some personality traits that are common with people who have asperger's disorder. She's not even a doctor, I haven't been diagnosed with it. All I did was fill out a personality quiz, and that's enough for her to think I'm a nutcase. I don't know, maybe there is something deranged about petting your dog and my malformed brain didn't pick up on it. But even then, if I really have mental issues shouldn't that make her more understanding?

I have no idea what the hell is wrong with playing with my dog. I'm not an incredibly social person, but so what? I only really form friendships with people who I like, so I only have a few close friends. I don't see why that's bad though, I'd rather draw and read comics than get drunk with a bunch of people I have nothing in common with.

She's like this to me nearly everyday, and I don't understand it. My dad gets angry with me sometimes as well, but he always has a reason for it. He doesn't barge into rooms screaming at me for no reason. I just can't understand it. Why won't she at least tell me what I'm doing wrong?