I read your OP, and subsequent posts, with sadness.
You have described your daugher exactly as my mother described me.
My mother was so resentful that she didn't have the child/daughter she 'deserved', and couldn't turn me into it, that she 'took it out on me'.
The resentment grew and it eroded any love she might have felt for me and I grew up knowing that she didn't love me.
There are a couple of things that I have since been told were probably triggers for some of it, but she never sought help or support with her feelings because that would have made it her 'fault' rather than mine (for being inherently unloveable).
She was also told that I was a "problem child" from the very start. Apparently, the midwife told her that I'd be 'trouble' before we'd been discharged from hospital - a throwaway comment they must make several times a day. But it became the narrative of my life; she believed the health professionals and saw everything I did through the lens of "This is a problem child. The nurse told me so". It was something I often heard growing up.
The reality is that I was never a 'problem child'. I was inquisitive, strong willed, challenging, bright... I worked hard at school; I was top of my class in almost every subject; I played multiple instruments; I work in a caring profession; I am a good cititzen; I volunteered to help people, even while still at school. I was never in trouble, I didn't drink underage, I never skived off school, I always did my homework... I was not a 'problem child'.
I was a little 'odd' though. I did have sensory sensitivities that were inconvenient, I didn't (and still don't) relate well to other people. I misjudge situations or how to interact with people and was often labeled 'antisocial'... And then I was diagnosed with AS as an adult of 39.
The result is that I'm in my 40s. I have few friends. I'm not as successful in my career as I should be (not really very far above entry level), I've never had a successful relationship... some of this is undoubtedly down to the AS. But some of this is because, until I was 40, I completely believed that I was inherently unloveable; wrong; a problem; something to be tolerated rather than cherished. I feel every day that I'm not 'good enough'.
I feel that much of life is closed to me now. I've been told that the therapy I'd need to undo it would be long and costly and I don't have the time, money or emotional reserves to do it. So I just try to accept it.
I know that's not what you want for your daughter.