Why am I so wrong?

I believe my parents lost all trust in me and instilled their own doubts in me from the very beginning, unconsciously raising me to have questionable results and making me seem like I never get things right and never do anything right, always saying things unnecessarily to the extreme rather than the whole truth.
Their view of truth differs from mine, and this family, including me, will always refuse to accept the other as right and will never admit defeat to their own "right".
An open mind and open mouth will never fit in with their ways. Of course my response is considered offensive, of course any answer I give will go against myself. Silence itself brings about an unsatisfactory response. I am a dumb empty nutshell and nothing I say or not say will not make me seem better. I have so many bad influences against me and my mind is apparently corrupted, but by whom has my ways been distorted? Of course they'll never say they know a clue where it went wrong.
Then I'll admit: from the time I was taught to speak my mind more often, from times I was required to learn to take initiative, and from the times I was inspired to be useful and more helpful and more honest, I have lost all sense of priorities and lost much motivation to elevate myself and more. Honesty to a point. Literal, technical, and logical interpretations. No room for mistakes. I'm already behind, the other people don't matter. There's no time to think things through, efficiency over ever thinking about the other possibilities, not just the best, not just perfect, only undisputedly at the top will be deservingly rewarded, no loose ends.
I'm already a lost cause. I have done things, ignoring the "I can't do it. Well." And the result will only add to my many doubtful failures, "I knew it"s, uncertainties, and hopes and expectations crushed. They expect me to do well, but success will indeed come as unexpected.