I wouldn't describe my parents as actively abusive, but there's a lot here I can relate to.
Mum frequently held the whole house to ransom with her moods and demands. Her favourite little trick was to time her precious afternoon nap to coincide with me coming home from school, when I normally most wanted to talk. If I woke her up when she was sleeping, all hell would break loose and she sometimes wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the day.
She would pour scorn on things that I loved, like a few others on here. This was either overtly, or worse, she would feign vague interest, then later start ridiculing whatever it was with others, in front of me. Often, this was relatives, whose opinion was paramount. I had a hidden collection of "subversive" books (George Orwell, Albert Camus, JG Ballard -nothing actually that unusual for a teenager) and music which I wanted to protect from her derision.
I am quite a sensitive, serious person by nature, but both mum and dad believe in "tough love", and reserved the right to wind me up, ridicule me and denigrate my activities, without me being able to retaliate or get upset. I was more used to this sort of behaviour from bullies at school, and it further reinforced my belief that mum especially didn't like me that much. She has never told me she loves me outright - she considers this ridiculous and needy behaviour, and does not understand that I might need reassurance. Dad was almost never the instigator, but he never, ever stood up to mum once.
Oh, and the ridicule involved taking the piss out of, and occasionally imitating, my slight limp. Fucking charming.
Both of them, however, seemed to enjoy saying "no" to my brother and me. They still claim now that they were destitute, but they weren't. They just preferred to spend money on boring holidays, "quality" home goods and age-inappropriate clothes. I often had to wear clothes that set me apart from my peers, and various normal social activities were also forbidden (including helping out at a charity jumble sale, because mum "didn't believe in kids buying and selling things").
If I did get upset, I was either told not to "turn on the tears", or told that the situation was inappropriate for me to be upset, or that we "didn't have time".
Some of this seemed to get less severe and frequent as we got older. Dad has desisted totally from this stuff for years, although now we aren't there, Mum has turned all of her bullying urges onto him. I get on reasonably well with her, although I rarely spend more than a day in her company, and she certainly has her diva moments still.