I'm so done with my parents

If you were wondering why I can't I just save whatever scraps of money i can get my hands on to go to a psychiatrist myself if my mental state is this fucking bad:

I just tried to take a picture and called myself ugly fat and disgusting, my mom acts like this is some crazy revelation as if I haven't been telling them I don't like myself since I was FOUR YEARS OLD, tells my dad to get me a psychiatrist probably as a joke, her tone was like, someone who's trying to act serious while being sarcastic and condescending, and then what does my dad do? Start yelling at ME. Acting like I'm the one trying to be manipulative to get out of having my picture taken, saying he'd rather beat me up than take me anywhere, and calling me a clown. 

I also think its fucking hilarious that my mom would suggest to get a psychiatrist because of one time i call myself ugly but not the anxiety or the cutting myself or the multiple suicide jokes or the bullying or literally any other thing that would actually warrant a psychiatrist.

I thought I didn't have tears left after I've cried so much the past two years, it's to the point I genuinely STRUGGLE to cry when something bad happens, I can't cry when im having the worst mental breakdowns of my life, I'm just numb. But these two have an ability to squeeze tears out of me it's actually amazing.

Once again, im extremely tired.