A letter from Gomey

With permission of Gomey's sister:

To my favorite dearest sister,

It has been 2 weeks since I've talked to you or seen you.
I wasn't able to warn you a head of time that I would be stolen out of my home.
I was numb the whole way to the hospital.
I didn't know what to think.
My fear is consuming me.

I told mom, that I have to share with you what happened to me.
Because we are so close.
We share so many wonderful moments together.
And I'm looking for comfort from you, in these darkest days of my life.

I know in my heart, that you suffer every minute knowing I am here.

Where I am, is the worst place to be.
I can not sleep at night, from all the screams, yells and the laughing of the nurses late at night.
With out any consideration for the people that are here.

After all we are in the "coco nest"

There is one educator amongst others, that treats me me very abruptly
Nothing I am doing is good enough for him. His name is Eugene and he doesn't seem to like me very much, and it is making my life here very difficult. And yesterday the educator by the name of Pierre, disturbed me by trying to touch my belly button. You know how much I don't like to be touched by strangers, and especially in stressful situation like this one. There is also an educator that comes in the evening, his name is Marcelle, I hope he will be here all day every day. Because he's really nice to me.

For the last 10 days, no body came to see or talk to me, from the medical staff, in regards to the court order for an evaluation. Why did they ask for 21 days if they are not doing anything?

It feels to me that I'm being held as a hostage for their next plan (they probably need some
time for preparation)

I'm extremely sad, confused and upset, that I can not get a definite answer from mom, of when I'll be free.

In the last 13 days, I haven't been outside, not even once, Nofar.

I'm pacing the hospital halls hours upon hours to pass the time,
But the time doesn't pass, Nofar.

I told mom a few times, that I'm disturbed by the food choices.
They don't give me another choice, but Milk as beverage, beef, or pork.

I explained that the medical tests show that I have senstivity to these products, and I'm not able
to consume them.

I offered that I would eat a sandwich with Jam, instead of meat, but they refused.
I also asked them for Bread with Jam for a snack, and they also refused.

Since I came here there hasn't been one day with out severe stomach pain and other pain in various areas of my body, but they ignored my situation.

Chantal (from the case management) promised my mom that I can go every day with supervision to play basketball, in 13 days I've only gone once for a half an hour.

Why don't they take me outside, nofar?

There is no computer and no other way to contact you,
And I know and feel that you have to know what's going on with me,
and I asked mom, to let you know, about my condition and what I'm going through.

So you can talk with the ombudsman and let them know, some of the details.
I would like you, Nofar, to be my voice and speak on my behalf.
Because they took my rights away and with that my voice.

I'm completely isolated with out any human contact.

Nofar, How long will it take until I can hug you and mom again?
I decided to write you because I knew that you would do everything and anything to help me.

I love you and miss you and I hope that soon we can do all the fun stuff that we do, together.



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