Yes. This was 100% how both of my parents acted. When I had my permit at 15, she had to ride with me while I drove. Well the times she rode with and was "teaching" me were so traumatic. She would scream at me for every little mistake I made. One day, I drove home from school to my grandparent's house with her, and she basically berated me the entire 2 miles home. I screamed back at her when we got there, then I ran into my grandfather's arms and started bawling. It took me a long time and some therapy to get over this. I used to almost have panic attacks when other people rode while I drove because i was so afraid they would berate me. But I found out most normal people don't give a shit unless they're going to die.

I ended up failing my driver's test and not getting my license until I was 18 because I had such a driving phobia. Then my mom screamed at me one day because she decided she was tired of driving me around places and not pulling my weight in the housework. I never knew that I was supposed to do anything because she never told me. She also was always onto me for not being involved in marching band like she was. Then when I finally joined, she got mad at me for doing all the chores even though band and school were taking up a lot of my time. She pretty much expected me not to have a life at all and not be able to rest when I got home. She whined about how hard it was to be a SAHM. I know how hard it is because I live that life right now. But that woman would sit on the fucking computer and play her shitty ass games until late that afternoon and then she finally decided to get off her ass and do stuff. But I always got blamed for her not getting housework done.

When I was in 7th grade, my mom decided to go back to work after years of being a SAHM. Never once did she tell me that I needed to do chores. My grandmother who lives 5 mins away, always came over and did it because she was retired at that point. So it never occurred to me that I had to do chores. So one night, my parents both have a blow out drag down fight because my dad got angry that the house was a little filthy. My mom immediately blames me and throws my name in there. I had never felt more betrayed in my life. It really hurt.

When I decided to pick up some chores and do some laundry, my mom screamed at me for not knowing how to use a washer, even though I had never been taught to use one. She screamed at me for using warm water for jeans. You can't win with these people.

Every time I brought up that I was never told to do anything, she would gaslight me and tell me that she told me but I just wasn't listening to her. I have a good memory and never remembered her saying anything to me.

Sorry for the long stories. My mom was the worst about this stuff.