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Help me escape 24 years of psychiatric abuse and start a new life
Breaking Free: My Journey to Reclaim My Life
My name is Romy. For the past 24 years and counting, I have been trapped in the psychiatric system, enduring abuse, neglect, and forced treatments that have shattered my health and robbed me of my freedom. Today, I am reaching out for your help to escape this nightmare and start anew.
My Story
At the age of 10, my life changed forever. I was hit by a car, resulting in brain damage that left me in need of specialized care and rehabilitation. Instead of receiving the proper treatment, I was placed in institutions that treated me as a problem rather than a person.
From juvenile detention to psychiatric wards, I have faced:
Forced medication: Over 18 years of being prescribed drugs that have caused severe weight gain (65 kg), diabetes, and ongoing health issues.
Isolation and abuse: Years in solitary confinement and environments where I was neglected, dehumanized, and left feeling powerless.
Misdiagnoses and mistreatment: Instead of addressing my brain injury and trauma, I was subjected to treatments that worsened my condition.
Despite my father's efforts to advocate for me, the system has resisted change. My voice has been silenced, and I’ve been left to endure this cycle of suffering.
My Current Situation
I am currently confined to a psychiatric care unit, Mezzo Wolfheze. My diagnosis and history include:
Frontal encephalopathy with impulse control and emotional regulation challenges.
Repeated psychotic episodes treated with heavy medication that impacts my physical and mental health.
A pattern of aggression and behavioral issues, which were often responses to the restrictive and abusive environments I was placed in.
I want to make it clear: I have done nothing criminal to warrant these years of imprisonment and forced treatment. My condition requires understanding, care, and compassion—not coercion.
My Dream
I want to live a normal life—free from the abuse and restrictions of the psychiatric system. I need your help to rebuild my life outside of this broken system.
My goal is to raise 1 million euros to secure:
Housing: A safe and stable place to call home.
Independent care: The ability to hire specialized therapy and medical support tailored to my needs.
Living expenses: Resources to cover my daily needs as I reintegrate into society.
This money will give me the foundation to live with dignity and freedom.
How You Can Help
Donate: Any amount, big or small, will make a difference.
Share my story: Help spread the word to reach more people who can support this cause.
Final Plea
I’ve endured 24 years of unnecessary suffering. I’m not asking for pity; I’m asking for the chance to break free, heal, and live a life that reflects my true potential.
With your help, I can reclaim my freedom and dignity. Together, we can show that no one should be condemned to a lifetime of suffering for circumstances beyond their control.
I wrote down my feelings
The feeling of being trapped in a living hell, with no escape from the constant barrage of medication, therapy, and confinement
The taste of bitterness and defeat that filled my mouth every time I was forced to swallow another pill or endure another session of therapy
The sound of screams and cries that echoed through the halls of the institutions, a constant reminder of the suffering that surrounded me
The smell of disinfectant and medication that clung to my skin, a constant reminder of the oppressive regime that controlled my every move
The feeling of being a prisoner in my own body, with no control over my thoughts, feelings, or actions
My life was like a never-ending storm, with waves of pain and suffering crashing against the shores of my soul I was a shipwrecked sailor, lost at sea with no anchor to hold onto, no safe harbor to escape to
My mind was a battleground, with armies of medication and therapy waging war against my thoughts and feelings I was a butterfly trapped in a cocoon of confinement, struggling to break free and fly Being in isolation cells for 4 years was like being trapped in a living nightmare.
I was confined to a small, windowless cell with no natural light, and the only sound was the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead.
The door would slam shut behind me, and I would be left alone with my thoughts for hours on end. The isolation was suffocating, and I felt like I was slowly losing my mind. "I would go days without seeing another human being, and the only interaction I had was with the guards who would bring me food and water. I felt like a prisoner in a dungeon, with no hope of escape.
The loneliness was crushing, and I would often find myself crying uncontrollably for hours on end. The isolation also took a toll on my physical health. I developed muscle atrophy from lack of exercise, and my sleep was disrupted by the constant noise and lack of natural light.
My vision began to blur, and I would often get headaches from the constant fluorescent lighting. But the worst part of the isolation was the emotional toll it took on me. I felt like I was losing my sense of self, and I began to doubt my own sanity.
I would often wonder if I would ever be free again, or if I would be trapped in this nightmare forever.
Looking back, I realize that the isolation was a form of torture. It was a way to break my spirit and strip me of my humanity.
But I refused to give up, and I found ways to survive and even thrive in the midst of such darkness. I wrote letters to myself, drew pictures on the wall, and exercised in my cell to keep my body and mind active.
Even though I'm out of the isolation cells now, the experience has left a lasting impact on my life.
I still struggle with anxiety and depression, and I have to work hard to maintain my physical and mental health.
But I'm determined to heal and move forward, and I'm grateful for the support of my loved ones and the therapy I've received.
Being in locked psychiatry for most of my years has been a heavy and difficult experience. I've felt intense loneliness and homesickness,
like I was carrying a heavy weight on my shoulders.
The loneliness was crushing me, making it hard to breathe and think clearly.
I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions, with no lifeline to cling to.
The loneliness and homesickness made it hard for me to sleep, eat, or concentrate on anything.
I felt like I was just going through the motions of daily life, without any sense of purpose or meaning.
I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of sadness and despair, with no escape in sight.
Being in locked psychiatry was like being a bird in a cage, longing to fly free but unable to escape.
I felt like a prisoner in a cell, with no key to unlock the door.
The loneliness and homesickness were suffocating me, making it hard to breathe and think clearly. But despite the heaviness of my experience, I'm determined to heal and move forward.
I'm working hard to rebuild my life, to find meaning and purpose in my daily experiences.
I'm learning to cope with my emotions, to find healthy ways to manage my feelings and behaviors. And I'm grateful for the support of my loved ones, who have stood by me through thick and thin.
On January 30, 2022, I lost my best friend and dad. It's still hard for me to believe that he's really gone, and I'm still trying to process the news and come to terms with the fact that he's no longer here. "My dad was more than just a parent to me, he was my confidant, my mentor, and my friend. We were incredibly close, and I always felt like I could talk to him about anything. He had a way of making me feel better when I was down, and I'll miss that about him so much. "I have so many fond memories of my dad, but one of my favorites is the time we went on a road trip together and laughed until our sides hurt. He was always there for me, and I'll never forget the sacrifices he made for me and our family. "I'm grateful for the years I had with my dad and for the impact he had on my life. He taught me so much about love, kindness, and compassion, and I'll always be thankful for that. "Even though he's no longer here, I know that his legacy will live on through me and our family. I'll continue to carry his memory with me and strive to make him proud.
Below this line there's the latest article published about me
Nibiru Doctor Mengele Practices The Netherlands
written in Dutch by a journalist named Alexandra and my dad when still alive
Dr. Mengele practices in the Netherlands (video)
Thursday, September 12, 2019 10:02
Time and time again you read how happy we Dutch people are according to the statistics, but when asking that question they skipped Romy and thousands of fellow sufferers.
Romy is a girl who was hit by a car when she was 10 and still now, 20 years later, is in hell every day.
Do we have any idea what happens behind the closed doors of psychiatric institutions? Do we know in what horrible way some people are "treated" there? We already got a glimpse behind the scenes via the now, after great pressure was exerted, released Bernd Ebbo Visser, in the same Pro Persona clinic in Arnhem, De Braamberg, where Romy, now 18 years old, has also been imprisoned.
We call what Romy describes in a personal letter, Dr. Mengele practices, because all of this has nothing to do with the well-being of people, but everything to do with torture. And that is not something we come up with here on the spot. The Netherlands signed a UN resolution for human rights in 2016 and violates it on a daily basis. We as a population are partly responsible for that. Romy spent about 3 years in solitary confinement out of a total of 18 years! That is considered by the UN as one of the most serious and traumatic tortures you can inflict on a human being.
According to UN rapporteur Juan Mendez in 2011:
"In his opinion, minor prisoners and people with a mental disability should never end up in solitary confinement. According to Méndez, solitary confinement is abused in many countries."
Most of us have no idea what happens in such places and that is why this open letter from Romy Joosten, a young woman of now 30 who had the misfortune of being hit by a car when she was 10.
Open letter
Romy Joosten
I was hit by a car while cycling and as a result I have a damaged cortex, frontal lobe, called NAH (Non-Congenital Brain Injury).
Instead of treating me, I was put in a juvenile prison "Het Poortje" in Groningen by Youth Care at the age of 13 because there was no room or would be no room elsewhere.
At that time there were 800 children like me, who had done nothing criminal but were sick, in the juvenile prison because there was no other place, the youngest was 7 years old..! They had closed all those institutions, probably thinking "If we don't have hospitals, we don't have any sick people either..!! and when the UN protested against the detention in a juvenile prison, they changed the name juvenile prison to Juvenile Detention Center and said that they had no juvenile prisons. But I and all those other 800 children were there subjected to the same penal regime as the criminals.
I had to undress naked when I had visitors, because then I had to be searched... bend over and spread my buttocks so they could look in my ass and through the knees and then they looked in my vagina to see if my father, who had been visiting, had smuggled in any drugs. Well, he certainly doesn't want any of that..
When I had to go to the hospital I got a stick through my trouser leg, so that I walked with a stiff leg.. in public through the hospital.. like a criminal with ONE leg straight out in front of me waiting in the hospital waiting room until it was my turn. I can still hear that stick tapping, everyone looked around to see where that sound came from
I was ashamed to death.. even now when I think about it.. I was 13 years old.. a search is just assault.. I was sick and NOT a criminal... and that was the NAH treatment I received from then on.. injections and pills. No trauma processing, no psychotherapy or EMDR, none of that. Via Rentray prison I ended up in psychiatry (Pro Persona) instead of in a NAH rehabilitation clinic.
That whole damn psychiatry has only pumped me full of anti-psychotic poison so far that you can no longer think, ruined me and brought me misery... never helped... They give me life-threatening medication, now for 18 years in a row, never been without that crap... I can cry, pray and beg just as much, they don't listen to me, I have been made totally powerless, I have had no education since then, everything I know I got from the internet and YouTube, they have molested me, mentally and physically, stuffed me with anti-psychotics, which, according to research, shorten a human life by 15 to 30 years...
In the meantime I can't go anywhere, they are selling my house from under my ass and waited with the sale until I had to let myself, because of those so-called "medicines" that were administered under duress, be put in all kinds of institutions where I don't belong and certainly don't feel at home.
It is shameful how they have treated me everywhere for the past 18 years.. They have taken away my entire youth...
All in all I have been locked up in an isolation cell for 3 years, because no one listened to me.. and out of helpless anger I threw a cup, for example, HUP 3 months in the isolation cell. ! I throw them up one by one.
My father tries everything to get the right treatment, but that doesn't get heard either. They never see the good things or the things I do or did well. They only have words for the things I do wrong in their eyes, and then I was thrown into solitary confinement by six to eight men every now and then, all together for about 3 years.
The injuries I sustained were never medically treated. "My own fault," they said.. and then I went with my father to his family doctor.. Shameful!! and they kept making promises that I would be helped off the medication by the psychiatrist.. none of it is true.! He doesn't reduce a damn thing!!.. He just keeps feeding me more pills and remedies..
I want to finally get what I am entitled to, and what I have been longing for for the past 18 years... the right NAH treatment. Being at home, with mom or dad or in my own home... Bought it myself and without all that hassle on my mind... Oh, she didn't come home one night, call the police, because she is absolutely not allowed to do that...
I am no longer a little child, I turned 30 in August. They took away my entire youth, After all, those people from Pro Persona have also simply made me serve a sentence for the past 12 months, because I got angry and threw a cup through the canteen, in a closed ward!! Well, that happens in everyday life too, then you can throw half of the Netherlands in solitary confinement. It's over with everyone...
I want to hire a Dutch or American (personal injury) lawyer. One who FIGHTS FOR HUMAN RIGHTS.. BECAUSE THE LAWYER I HAVE NOW IS SUPER WORTHLESS DOESN'T DO A SHIT FOR ME.. SO I NEED AN AMERICAN OR DUTCH LAWYER WHO WILL FIGHT FOR ME AND ME ALONE IN COURT TO FINALLY GET JUSTICE FOR 18 YEARS OF SOLITUDE CONFLICT BY THE COURT (judicial authorization requested by Pro Persona), YOUTH CARE, HEALTHCARE..
I WANT A HUMAN RIGHTS LAWYER WHO WILL GET ME OUT OF HERE. I WOULD LIKE TO GO TO NORWAY WHERE THEY PROVIDE GOOD NAH TREATMENT (!), SO THAT I CAN FINALLY GO HOME TO A PLACE THAT I CAN CALL “HOME” ..
I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE.. I JUST WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE AND GO HOME.. BUT THEY THINK I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY ARE DOING.. BURST ME UP, TAKE MY HOME AND THEN IN THE MEANTIME BURST ME UP SOMEWHERE AND SAY THAT I CAN'T LIVE ALONE FOR THE TIME BEING.. WHILE THEIR BROCHURE STATES THAT THEY WILL GUIDE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE IN A HOME SITUATION.. WELL, I'VE EXPERIENCED THAT, I WAS IN MY OWN HOME AND THEN THEY CAME BY FOR 15 MINUTES A WEEK, I GOT ABILIFY, AN ANTIPSYCHOTIC DEPOT AND ANTIPSYCHOTIC PILLS THAT MAKE YOU NO LONGER KNOW THAT YOU ARE ALIVE, WHO YOU ARE ARE OR WHERE YOU ARE, AND THEN THEY'RE GONE AGAIN..
I'M SICK OF IT.. I'VE BEEN IN PRISON FOR 18 YEARS BECAUSE I WAS HIT BY A CAR ON MY BIKE HEAD-ON "THEY'RE CHARLATANS" DAD ALWAYS SAYS AND HE'S RIGHT. KILOS OF ANTIPSYCHOTICS UNDER FORCE.. WHEN I WAS LIVING ALONE FOR A FEW WEEKS OR MONTHS THEY WOULD STILL COME AND INJECT ME FULL OF THEIR POISON.. I'VE GAINED 65 KILOS OF THAT CRAP.. I'M TERRIFIED OF THE PILLS AND INJECTION WITH THAT POISON THEY INJECT ME FULL OF, AND SOLENOID CELL..! BACKWARDS SHIT PSYCHIATRISTS BUNCH OF SCAMMERS..
I HAVE BEEN BEING TREATED BY PRO PERSONA FOR 18 YEARS, AND I HAVE NOT ACHIEVED ANYTHING FROM IT, BUT THEY HAVE FILLED THEIR POCKETS BY DECLAREING EXPENSIVE ANTIPSYCHOTICS THAT DO NOT HELP.. IS THERE STILL A HUMAN RIGHTS LAWYER, HELP..! PLEASE HELP …! ROMY JOOSTEN
So far Romy's letter and here is the list of medications she is required to take every day. In summary, it concerns several types of antipsychotics, tranquilizers, muscle relaxants (antipsychotics cause muscle spasms), hormones, painkillers, sleeping pills, statins and diabetes medications. If one of us were to take this all at once, there is a big chance that you would drop dead on the spot. Drug list Romy Joosten
AGEMBIFROZIL 600mg 1x tablet
ARIPRPAZOL POWDER for injection 400mg mg wwsp depot starts 24-12-2018
ARIPIPRAZOL 10MG TBL TWICE PER DAY
ZUCLOPENTIXOL / CISORDINOL 10MG 1X PER DAY
DIVISUN COLECALCIFEROL 800ie TBL 1X PER DAY
CARBOMER EYE GEL 2MG / CARBOMER 980 Left eye 1x PER DAY
DEPOT-PROVERA injection 150ML 1X EVERY 12 WEEKS intramuscular start 08/03/19
GEMFIBOZIL 600MG TBL 1X PER DAY
HALOPERIDOL/HALDOL injection 5mg/l ampoule 1ml START 08 03 2019
LEVOMEPROMAZINE 25mg 1x PER DAY 2 tbl=50mg
LORAZEPAM 1MG TBL 1 A 2X PER DAY
LORAZEPAM INJECTION 150MG / 1 ML START DEPOT 14-08-2018
METFORMIN 61a 850MG TBL 3X PER DAY
MEDROXYPROGRESTERONE injection 150 MGWWSP 1 ML 1X PER 12 WEEKS START 18-12-2018
NOZINAN nn25bs 3X PER DAY
OXAZEPAM round white 25MG/50bs 2/3X PER DAY
PARACETAMOL 500MG WHEN NEEDED BY PAIN
PROMETHAZIN injection 25MG DRG or 2X2ml intermuscularly PER DAY
ROSUVASTATIN around pink 20MG TBL ONCE PER DAY
There is no person in the world who can function normally when they are given the above laundry list of chemical "medicines". Mandatory, because there is no question of any voluntariness here.
Here too, there is coercion and here too, there is a court that gives the institution carte blanche to "treat" Romy in this way.
The father has been trying to improve the circumstances for his daughter for a long time, but he keeps running into a wall. When he very recently tries again to not have his daughter's RM (judicial power) extended, he receives the following answer from the head of the institution where Romy is now staying.
That doesn't seem like a good idea to me. A certain degree of, if necessary forced, guidance is a prerequisite for any chance of success in a follow-up process. Especially in the case of change, the chance of disruption is very high and then you have to be able to intervene quickly. I don't understand your resistance to an RM. As long as things are going well, Romy won't notice anything and she won't be disadvantaged by it either. In the case of disruption, an RM offers the opportunity to quickly prevent worse. In short, I don't support your proposal to remove the RM. The RM has been extended again for a year. According to the institute, Romy is doing well, but that is not the case at all. That is also clearly deducible from the letter she wrote above and all the rubbish they still give her every day. Her father also confirms this to us and it is also on his Facebook page where he fights for his Romy.
And the institute talks about the chance of success in a follow-up trajectory? What follow-up trajectory; Romy has been simply stuffed and injected with chemical junk for 18 years, has diabetes because she has become so fat from all this and is only sliding further down.
Follow-up trajectory? Death, is that perhaps what is meant? But she is not allowed to talk about that herself, despite the fact that it is one of the many known side effects of all the junk she is given, because suicidal thoughts are again a reason to impose even more coercion on her.
Romy, a drugged prisoner in the system, whose only crime is that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time and was hit by a car.
What a happy country we live in.
THIS IS THE ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF A DUTCH ARTICLE WRITTEN ABOUT ME IN 2019 AND I STILL DID NOT MAKE IT OUT OF PSYCHIATRY
Some videos of me just basic
Organizer
Romy Marylou Amber Joosten
Organizer
Wolfheze