Oh Sun, I can relate so well!
My family was also very isolated and its extremely dysfunctional, although I'm sure anyone looking in from the outside wouldn't realize it. There was never any physical abuse, but there was plenty of emotional and verbal abuse and quite a bit of neglect.
My mother didn't like for me to play outside because I might get my clothes dirty. I always had to have "good" clothes and "everyday" clothes, even though sometimes I didn't get to wear the "good" clothes because she didn't want to mess them up. Everything had to be ironed, including jeans, and it had to be worn a certain way, no matter if it was stylish or not.
With M, he was never allowed to go out and play because of his allergies or because he'd get dirty. He couldn't take toys outside because they might become valuable eventually, and she didn't want him to mess them up. He could never get things out because he was making a mess. Everything had to be put back so so, and nothing was ever arranged so that a child could put things back. We had to keep every box, even if there was no room for the boxes.
She complained about the few friends I had. One of my friends was very overweight, and so I was all the time hearing how I shouldn't be around her because I wouldn't get dates. I wasn't really interested in dating, although I wanted to be like everyone else. I felt very different and isolated. I always blamed it on my maturity level, but I'm starting to realize that I just didn't really know how to interact with other people because I'd been kept isolated. I still have problems related to other people, especially in new situations.
I was involved in a lot of activities in school, and she complained when I had to get up early for band, complained about having to shuttle me back and forth to school. The only reason she let me ride with my friend later on was because she didn't want to have to drive me. She was very concerned about her job at that point, and that's what really mattered to her. I could never get M involved in things because she complained if she had to take him, or if she had to drive a few miles to take him to an activity. I wanted to get him involved in scouts, something that the neuropsych who diagnosed his autism recommended for social skills, but she went on and on about the scouts molesting boys and how awful that was, that I finally stopped saying anything. I think M is too old and has missed too much now to join.
Anytime I wanted to try something new, like a sport (I ran track for a year), she complained about the expense. She would let me do it, but she would complain about it.
She would show up at my concerts and act really proud, and then we'd get home and she'd criticize what she'd seen.
She has no hobbies or interests of her own, unless TV counts. She says it's because her eyes are so bad, but I don't really believe that. She just uses her health as an excuse. She could still get involved with something, but if she has to leave the house, she doesn't want to do it.
She's very concerned with what people think, like cooking a huge meal when my brother visits and complaining that anyone suggests ordering pizza. She always says, he won't want pizza. he wants something homecooked. Everything has to be perfect and just so.
And secrets . . . I can't believe the secrets. "Don't tell your father" or "don't tell your mother." My father even now, "We just won't say anything about this." I get so tired of all the secrets.