DropBox 530/800 Rewrite Text AITA for "squandering" food after my mother deceived me into consuming something she is aware causes me to throw up?

Edit: I appreciate everyone who responded. I've chosen to have a conversation with them about it and explore ARFID/therapy.

Last night, I dined with my parents, and my mother dumped some odd-looking stir-fried vegetables onto my plate. Now, here's some background: I'm an exceptionally selective eater. I’m not unhealthy per se, although I was mildly anemic during my youth. I'm generally cautious about unfamiliar foods, primarily because I genuinely cannot consume things I'm uncomfortable with (I vomit instantly, and yes, I've tried to overcome it, but it seems to be a mental barrier).

Naturally, I inquired about what the dish was, to which she initially replied with a, 'Just give it a shot.' My mother has a short fuse and was just recovering from an illness. I chose not to test her patience, so I took a minuscule bite before asking her what it actually was again. At first, she dodged the question, then jokingly commented, 'It wasn't so terrible, was it?'

I persisted. She finally revealed it was pineapple (NOT something I consume). I didn’t make a fuss and opted to remain silent and let it all unfold. She continued poking at me, mentioning how I had eaten it just fine when I didn’t know what it was (of course. The core issue is my inability to handle things I'm not comfortable with).

Five minutes later, she completely erupted, calling me arrogant for declining food (which I did not. I simply requested my father, who was quietly observing the entire scene, to take it away so it wouldn’t go to waste), selfish, and ungrateful. This was accompanied by a cascade of other names I’d rather not detail.

Once they finished their meal, my parents got up, but my mother prohibited me from leaving the table without finishing what sat on my plate. Nearly one hour and thirty minutes later, I was still seated at the dining table, unable to leave, and enduring her furious remarks.

Eventually, my father stepped in, gently telling my mother to drop it, which caused her to direct her ire at him for supporting me (I have always shared a closer bond with my father than my mother). He quietly retreated after that.

I resolved to discuss it with her, as she had eased up a bit. She refused to listen to my perspective and instructed me to throw the rest in the trash; then she proceeded to guilt-trip me and lament how it was all her mistake for preparing for me.

I believed we’d reconciled last night just before bed, as I engaged in light conversation with her. But this morning, she remains mostly frosty and dismisses anything I say privately to her (she responds when my father is around and we’re discussing things).

I realize this may seem heartless to many, but my struggle is truly not a stubborn childishness I’ve maintained. She is well aware of that.

AITA?

Edit: Changed 'teenager' to 'younger' for improved clarity. I’m not yet an adult.