Was it emotional neglect?

I grew up with phones and the internet surrounding me, I was playing online games before I could remember. I guess that was a good sign for my parents as they gave me electronics and just minded their own business.

My dad was always too tired from work, mom had stuff to do but she really just sat at the kitchen until night time and my sister was busy with school and friends.

I remember asking to play with them, mom or sis never did and I remember playing hide and seek with my dad once, in which after 2-3 rounds he stopped and thats really it. I have a few small other "memories" too but I was so young that I don't even know anymore.

He would also call out to me to ask if I was ready to hear where the voice was coming from so he could get it over with it faster. (I knew ever since I was a kid, he confessed years later. I never said anything because I was scared if I didn't yell out I'm ready we wouldn't play any more rounds. )

They never read me any bed time stories, I think we went to a restaurant together last when I was 7~(15 now) and I remember crying after seeing a photo of the three of them together in a bowling alley because they would never take me.

In middle school 5th grade was online and I was just sleeping through my classes, in 6th grade I stopped talking, like at all for nearly half or more a school year. I was also self harming and my mom saw the scars, asked, I yelled, never talked about it since. From 8th grade summer towards the end of 9th grade I might've developed an ed, I would fast, exercise etc. I didn't eat for 4 days once and they didn't notice. I regularly wouldn't eat for 2, sometimes for 3 days. Lost nearly 30kg, 66kg->38kg they said I lost too much and this and that but never got out of their way to do something until I realized it was either recovery or death and attempted recovery myself.

I used to believe the more pain I endured without complaining the less I would suffer in hell. (Don't know why I thought I would go to hell.)

I felt like a massive burden, didn't understand why they kept me alive or fed me, stopped asking for toys or clothes etc. to be as invisible and less of a burden as possible.

At one point I was having hallucination like things(?) I half believed halfdidn'th that humanoid creatures were watching and following me for a week or so due to stress, they still don't know. I also would think about suicide and homocide and how I would carry it out, how to do it etc. (Non-intrusive)

Onr of my moms friends would take me to my room and open my pants, look at my private parts. No touching ever happened but one day I finally ran and told my mom and hers, they went home but when I tried talking to my mom about it she just ignored me.

We also used to have a screaming match like daily in elementary school I think. Idk, sorry if I forgot anything.