Open letter to pedo-activist Nelson Maatman

You call yourself โ€œpedo-activist, โ€œdear Nelson Maatman. And what a lot of people you got on your feet in Utrecht, last Saturday. You pedo activist. All your statements and your desire for free speech led to a lot of commotion and attention to your cause. You‘ll be pretty happy with that. Because with the emotions of others you don’t have much, so I read between the lines in the interviews you give.

It‘s all about Nelson Maatman himself. And what you think should be possible. With little children. You even go as far as you feel that a political party should be set up for it. I’m also in favour of free speech in your case. It is very good for parents to know that there is a pedophile living in their surroundings. Then they can protect their child (ren). In that sense, I say, โ€œThank Nelson Maatman for knowing who we‘re dealing with.โ€


Because pedo activist in your world simply means โ€œpedophile.โ€ You don’t win wipes on it. You even say, โ€œChildren between 2 and 3 years old are โ€œdeveloped enoughโ€ to determine if they want to have sex.โ€ Oy, Nelson. I, mother of three children, have a bit of trouble with that statement and am very glad that my children – when they were 2 to 3 years old – did not meet Nelson Maatman. And I think you should be happy about that, too.

For whoever comes to my children in that way would not have gotten rid of them unharmed. I‘d have a prison sentence for that, Nelson Maatman. Like the people who took the streets to make it clear that they want their children to be protected from you and yours, Nelson Maatman. Because what you think you can do with children leaves no doubt – given your statements. You harm a small person by imposing things on him – for a child will be difficult to say โ€œnoโ€ to an adult who forces him to things he is not ready to do.

boarding school Nelson

Maatman, I can’t help you out of the dream, because you‘re too deep in your imagination that this is all normal and should be possible. But let me tell you this. When I was a kid, I was at boarding school with a lot of children who were sexually abused. Abused, yes. Because that’s what it‘s called when adults impose their sexual wishes on children. When children participate in that wish, it’s bad. This means that at a young age they are sexually deformed in life.

My fellow boarding school residents were often able to explain this reasonably during the group sessions. Where the deep wounds that the abuse had struck in their lives then emerged. To no longer have faith in the fellow man. The self-loathing for not being able to say no. Even though they knew then that they had not been able to do so.


The feeling of being โ€œworthless.โ€ An utensil, not enough of importance to be taken into account emotionally. How all that turned into self-loathing. Suicidal tendencies. Self-mutilation. These young people lived in a personal hell, Nelson Maatman. A hell created by people like you. I kept following these people and watched them grow into fragile adults.

People who had a lot of trouble with life in itself. Understandably, if you have to live from the beginning of that life with the knowledge that your universe is a dangerous path on which you can‘t trust anything, and pain and loneliness โ€” because who do you talk to as a child about those things โ€” are fixed data. Then you are so busy with survival that there is hardly room for personal growth.


Nelson Maatman, read the book A small life by writer Hanya Yanagihara. Explaining in detail what abuse can do with a life. How messed up you can get through it. How it destroys a life, despite intelligence and a handsome face. But I know it’s against deaf ears. Because you‘re an advocate of something that caused me to see big wounds being struck. Wounds that will never heal completely. Which are being ripped open over and over again.

And not only at boarding school, but also in my later life I once again came across an abuse case in very close vicinity. A classic case again: an adult who caught up with little girls. I saw up close how it emotionally and mentally deformed the children. How the feeling of inferiority bothered them in their growth towards stable adult. How abuse of power became normal in those lives. They made the wrong choices. For bad, scary boyfriends. For drugs. I saw the parents suffer. A lot of damage that never had to be there.

Victim role

The causative agent of that suffering was in the victim role just like you. Just like his wife, who knew. He wouldn’t have hurt them, would he? It had stopped now, right? But, of course, it wasn‘t like that. For these girls, it would never end again. They would always feel the dirty hands. The old tongue in theirChildren’s mouths. And the rest. Just like your victims, Nelson Maatman. Because that‘s what I call the kids you’re imposing adult sex on, victims.

But no. You‘re the victim. You need security. Really? In my opinion, the people in your neighborhood need security. Against you. So that they don’t get damaged for life. But you don‘t understand that. You understand that people are shocked, but not that they become aggressive, you tell me. You feel threatened, and you’re threatened, too.

Chemical castration

That last faith and I understand, Nelson Maatman. Because your ethical awareness is so distorted that you probably never come to the conclusion from yourself that what you want is impossible. From your victim position, because that‘s how people like you do this, you can be cops. Asking for security. For pity, it turns out from your interviews. Abuse children. Because, after all, you’re the one who‘s pathetic. No one else. And from that position, you can do anything.

I hope I never meet you, Nelson Maatman. Because all the suffering I have seen through abuse has left traces on me too. I understand what shocked leads to aggression. I feel that myself. I’m in favour of locking people like you. For chemical castration, too. And anyone who could really look deep inside me comes to thoughts that I better not write down here. One in which many can find themselves with me. It turns out.


the norm

, Nelson Maatman. We’re normal. Not you, you‘re messed up. Dangerous. – Crazed. That’s why people are taking the streets, Nelson Maatman. That is why we are demonstrating. That‘s why people become aggressive. That’s why all this turmoil around you and yours. Because we don‘t want our children to be hurt. Be injured. To be seen as a tool for your lusts.

We want them to grow up unharmed to stable adults. And for predators like you, there’s no room. So lift that party, Nelson. Go into therapy. And leave children alone. For their sake, but certainly for yours.