-To sum up, not _only_ is it the case that you can get arbitrarily kidnapped by the authorities and forced to take unknown drugs, it's _also_ the case that when your friends who _actually_ care about you start calling around to find out where you are, the bastards will _refuse to admit whether they've kidnapped you_ and _claim that it's for your benefit_, and if you complain about this (Subject: Hijack Innocent People And Abscond), most ordinary good nice smart law-abiding people will implicitly or explicitly take the authorities' side, because once you've been placed in the _social role_ of "crazy person", _no one will listen to anything you say_, even if you have surprisingly cogent arguments for why the casual processes that placed you in the social role of "crazy person" were mistaken to have done so.
+I called the "hospital" multiple times, trying every tactic I could think of to get get through to an actual human being rather than a policy-bound Glomarbot. (Like, I understand that there's a policy and that you have to obey the policy because you don't want to lose your job, but speaking from one human being to another, maybe we could brainstorm some clever strategy to give me more reassurance that Roberta actually got the message? Like, if you were to put me on hold and walk to the patient's area _yourself_ and deliver the message to Roberta personally, but then _don't tell me_ whether she was there, you can at least truthfully assure me that someone (_viz._, you) took the message-delivery task seriously rather than writing something down for some _someone else_ to deal with.)
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+After divulging my February psych ward sob story in a burst of passion, the "patient's rights advocate" Ashley (no scare quotes; that was the name she gave) finally agreed to forward me to her supervisor, Karen, the Manager of Patient Relations. Karen, of course, gave me the same non-answers as everyone else and insisted that messages do in fact get delivered in her "hospital." As I continued to press the point, she told me that I had to trust people, and I said that after my recent psych ward experience, no, I _don't_ trust people anymore. But, I added (sensing that this was the end of the line) I am willing trust _her_, Karen, the Manager of Patient Relations. I said that I felt better being reassured by someone with a four-word title. I asked if she was religious, and she said that she was a Christian, and that her word was her bond. (I admitted that I was an atheist, myself.)
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+All of my concern, incidentally, turned out to be _entirely justified_, as Roberta later (on 14 April) reported that "I have no memories of any staff telling me anything along the lines of 'Someone named [Mark] called and left a message', and this is something that would have been memorable."
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+To sum up, not _only_ is it the case that you can get arbitrarily kidnapped by the authorities and ordered to take unknown drugs under implied threat of force or not being released, it's _also_ the case that when your friends who _actually_ care about you start calling around to find out where you are, the bastards will _refuse to admit whether they've kidnapped you_ and _claim that it's for your benefit_, and if you complain about this (Subject: Hijack Innocent People And Abscond), most ordinary good nice smart law-abiding people will implicitly or explicitly take the authorities' side, because once you've been placed in the _social role_ of "crazy person", _no one will listen to anything you say_, even if you have surprisingly cogent arguments for why the casual processes that placed you in the social role of "crazy person" were mistaken to have done so.