Am I overreacting??

Today I came home to find that my parents snooped through my things and found my tarot decks and Incense. They, being strict Catholics, freaked out and gave me a box to pull all my wiccan things in to get rid of. All my crystals, my candles, my decks, my books all locked in the trunk of my car. I'm not even allowed to have candles in my room anymore! They're now unplugging the internet every night to punish me for not sharing their beliefs.

Awhile ago I remember I told my mother I didn't want to talk to her about religion and she wouldn't speak to me for days, unless it was to yell at me for asking my sibling a question and when I apologized she didn't accept it.

Further back was the most traumatic event in my life, my heart surgeries. My parents, especially my mother, made the situation about all about them and how scary and painful it was for them, while I sat and cried on the bathroom floor for hours every damn night cuz i didn't have anyone to talk to about how I was feeling cuz when I tried I was called selfish. They told every damn person they met about my condition strangers they passed my, she even posted it in her blog all without my consent. I was twelve and I sure as hell didn't want anyone to know about it.

They also told my youth minister about my "crisis in faith" without my consent and I was cornered every night to have a come to jesus talk at a camp my parents forced me to go to.

And to top it all off I'm gay! So my mom suspects it and talks about how it's sinful and wrong to be gay and how gays are gonna be sent into hell and that a good loving family would try to fix LGBT relatives because gay in an illness.

I never felt like they loved me even cared about me in my whole damn life and I'm constantly feeling like it's my fault. When I do something they don't like it's like they have us in a chokehold and the only ease up when they feel In control again. They make fun of me for the things I love and see as beautiful ever since I was a kid. I feel so damn defeated.