Blood and Brain Spatter

X took small son out in the woods- with my dog and a rifle. Tied dog to tree. Told small son- "This is what happens when people don't listen to me and do what they are told." He then shot the dog. Small son came back to house like a robot-with that thousand mile stare-and splatter of brains and blood all over his shirt and on his face. (X later got custody)This is how to create a dissociative person.