Cloth Mother OVERHAUL // Eleanor Forte AI

"In such a family with subclinical dissociative characteristics, individuals can interchange their social roles over time, alternating between being a victim, abuser, and rescuer. Depending on their own traumatic past, or on their current interaction between each other and with their children, the parents may maintain trust and present themselves in a positive role (“angelic”, affectionate/compassionate parent), but they can turn to an abusive parenting style (angry, aggressive, insistent) at any time. The changing attitudes of their parents and the marital discord will often cause contradictory feelings within the children. Family members often feel trapped, first being unable to leave in the midst of a crisis as it is not safe. Then, they do not leave the family when the crisis is over and the need to escape has vanished, as the atmosphere becomes less threatening and more settled. Third, in an environment of neglect, chaos may be an opportunity for making contact with others in the unit. Upon direct traumatization early in life, the ever-changing roles in an enduring family system continue to push children and adolescents to utilize a dissociative adaptation style in a period sensitive to the establishment of a stable identity. Betrayal trauma (i.e., trauma perpetrated by someone the victim relies on, e.g., by a primary caregiver) is common in such family systems that are characterized by secrets and denial. Betrayal trauma theory suggests that dissociative amnesia is an adaptive response to childhood abuse that allows for survival by enabling the child to maintain attachment to an abusive figure who is also vital to his or her development." -- Şar V, Dorahy MJ, Krüger C. Revisiting the etiological aspects of dissociative identity disorder: a biopsychosocial perspective. Psychol Res Behav Manag. 2017 May 2;10:137-146. doi: 10.2147/PRBM.S113743. PMID: 28496375; PMCID: PMC5422461. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- hey guys what's up. this is the 'my mom had beef with a 4 year old' song, now with better mixing and composition!!!! i just wanna give a shoutout to the artist who did an AMAZING job of drawing anvoca for this video!!!! plz give them some love and attention NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOWWW!!!!!! [ https://www.youtube.com/@makeshiftvoiid ] u can find my other links and stuff right here :3 [ https://camovocaaa.carrd.co/ ] --- [Lyrics] start again waking up to the end staying quiet so as to avoid escalating the violence crave and want she was never all that smart all the things she could've done if she just didn't have that soft spot when she's left alone when it's all she's ever known you could try your best but how could you compete with the taste of home? never given closure sickness taking over "what a pretty girl, look at her" "keeping her composure" bearing her heart she convinced herself she had to stay yet for all that time they wouldn't have loved her anyway bearing the cost taking pride in what made her so tough little did she know she couldn't have ever been enough poor little girl she never knew a home crying for her mother into the unkown told to open up, she wants a wound but without the scars looking up at the sky, she sees half as many stars running out of use, she's to be scrapped fractured into parts looking within, she sees a girl left with half a heart in the search for love for answers from up above nothing left but to repent in the hopes of a better end start once more cleaning blood off the floor unable to fathom a world where she didn’t hurt anymore crave the pain in search of the mundane but what else was there to do when you had to scrub away the shame rotten to the core give it up, then beg for more whatever you do, don’t underestimate what she’d do for warmth giving in so slowly following so closely no longer alone, but by god did she feel so lonely take it in stride it wasn’t the first time she’d been burned if only she knew that worship wasn’t supposed to hurt taking it all empty words made her so overjoyed but it wasn’t love she was just that easy to exploit poor little girl, she needed what she lacked a mother made of fabric can’t love you back told to open up, she wants a wound but without the scars looking up at the sky, she sees half as many stars running out of use, she's to be scrapped fractured into parts looking within, she sees a girl left with half a heart stuck inside her ways anything just for some praise she let them tear her apart ignorant to the greater cost --- MP3: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1kyoji_C7JtCmi3vIETFnO8-BO5iNN7pe?usp=drive_link Inst: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Mq6UZAJMy_txX_rx2F0bQJtJbOhwt9Lx?usp=drive_link SVP: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1ansSFTiYj9rInRwqhf_oLvq_xEE2RJPU?usp=drive_link Vocal midi: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1pYQ7xuRULtj1cNnwy_BSFCG5ODCSQa5e?usp=sharing