1. Voice over
Trapped No More
I was only five when every thing changed.
A car accident in SirLanka in 1998 killed my father and
injured all my family members including me.
A family friend gave each of my siblings and me a teddy each
that was banged up with each of are individual injuries. My
teddy’s had its left leg banged up.
It wasn’t until we arrived in North Wales 1999 that I started
acting up like a dog.
I always wanted to wear this particular Dalmatian outfit. It
had to be washed over night so that I would be able to wear it
the next day.
Along with that I would drink my drink like a dog, bark like a
dog and even going on my hands and knees lick a dog.
The reason I acted in this way was because I was traumatised
and it was my way of grieving for the lost of my dad.