From: M. Taylor Saotome-Westlake Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2017 23:01:30 +0000 (-0700) Subject: "Memoirs" Part I final edits and publication X-Git-Url: http://534655.efjtl6rk.asia/source?a=commitdiff_plain;h=bd8560d04edda92873f782ef9dc18048726fbb19;p=Ultimately_Untrue_Thought.git "Memoirs" Part I final edits and publication --- diff --git a/content/drafts/memoirs-of-my-recent-madness-part-i-the-unanswerable-words.md b/content/2017/memoirs-of-my-recent-madness-part-i-the-unanswerable-words.md similarity index 87% rename from content/drafts/memoirs-of-my-recent-madness-part-i-the-unanswerable-words.md rename to content/2017/memoirs-of-my-recent-madness-part-i-the-unanswerable-words.md index f8cf093..5d3c505 100644 --- a/content/drafts/memoirs-of-my-recent-madness-part-i-the-unanswerable-words.md +++ b/content/2017/memoirs-of-my-recent-madness-part-i-the-unanswerable-words.md @@ -1,8 +1,7 @@ Title: Memoirs of My Recent Madness, Part I: The Unanswerable Words -Date: 2017-06-05 21:00 +Date: 2017-06-19 16:01 Category: other Tags: personal -Status: draft > "Listen, what's the most horrible experience you can imagine? To me—it's being left, unarmed, in a sealed cell with a drooling beast of prey or a maniac who's had some disease that's eaten his brain out. You'd have nothing but your voice—your voice and your thought. You'd scream to that creature why it should not touch you, you'd have the most eloquent words, the unanswerable words, you'd become the vessel of the absolute truth. And you'd see living eyes watching you and you'd know that the thing can't hear you, that it can't be reached, not reached, not in any way, yet it's breathing and moving there before you with a purpose of its own. That's horror. Well, that's what's hanging over the world, prowling somewhere through mankind, that same thing, something closed, mindless, utterly wanton, but something with an aim and a cunning of its own. I don't think I'm a coward, but I'm afraid of it. And that's all I know—only that it exists. I don't know its purpose, I don't know its nature." > @@ -22,21 +21,21 @@ We had _reason to believe_ Roberta was being held at a particular "hospital"—b I didn't consider this acceptable: after having observed psychiatric prison employees _blatantly make shit up_ in my own case (the paperwork asserted that I "self presented", but getting accosted by cops while trying to enter the train station to get to my apartment to sleep because trying to sleep at my mother's house didn't work so well, and not resisting as they led me into an ambulance after interviewing me for a few minutes, is _not_ the same thing as "self presenting"!), I didn't trust them to reliably deliver a phone message: I could easily imagine scenarios in which, for example, the receptionist would dutifully take down the message, leave it to _someone else_ to actually deliver it to Roberta, and then that someone else would get distracted, never deliver the message, and _get away with it_. Roberta wouldn't be able to complain about not receiving a message she never knew existed, and I wouldn't be able to complain if I wasn't allowed to even know whether Roberta was even there. -I called the "hospital" multiple times, trying every tactic I could think of to get get through to any of the actual human beings serving as the flesh substrates of the policy-bound Glomarbots I was talking to, and reporting back to the coordination email thread. After divulging my February psych ward sob story in a burst of passion to the "patient's rights advocate" Ashley, I did get forwarded to Karen, the "hospital"'s 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 called the "hospital" multiple times, trying every tactic I could think of to get through to any of the actual human beings serving as the flesh substrates of the policy-bound Glomarbots I was talking to, and reporting back to the coordination email thread. After divulging my February psych ward sob story in a burst of passion to the "patient's rights advocate" Ashley, I did get forwarded to Karen, the "hospital"'s 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. -Perhaps some readers are currently thinking that my behavior was unreasonable, that I should have just trusted the competent, caring professionals take care of my poor mad friend. +Perhaps some readers are currently thinking that my behavior was unreasonable, that I should have just trusted the competent, caring professionals to take care of my poor mad friend. I expect those readers to _fucking update_ when I say that my concerns turned out to be _completely 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." -(It's slightly inconvenient that this report came after I had already publicly conceded my bet of $500 against Scott Alexander (of [_Slate Star Codex_](http://slatestarcodex.com/) fame)'s $20, that Roberta hadn't gotten our messages, on the basis of testimony from our friend "Jocelyn", who lives in Cleveland and visited Roberta on 4 April—luckily, it seems that the psych ward employees only feared that HIPAA demons would eat them if they acted like human beings over the telephone, and they hadn't been programmed to deny meatspace visitors. Apparently, Jocelyn mentioned to Roberta that friends had left messages for her and interpreted Roberta's response as affirming that she had received them, when, at the time, Roberta was actually thinking in terms of interpreting lots of observations as messages from various sources. Scott and I agreed to cancel the bet and give the $500 to the [Center for Applied Rationality](http://rationality.org/). But it is _interesting to note_ that, in direct contradiction of Scott's theory that keeping patients incommunicado is illegal and therefore doesn't happen, my theory that psych ward employees (besides Scott) are _lying kidnappers_ made a correct prediction at 20:1 odds.) +(It's slightly inconvenient that this report came after I had already publicly conceded my bet of $500 against Scott Alexander (of [_Slate Star Codex_](http://slatestarcodex.com/) fame)'s $25, that Roberta hadn't gotten our messages, on the basis of testimony from our friend "Jocelyn", who lives in Cleveland and visited Roberta on 4 April—luckily, it seems that the psych ward employees only feared that HIPAA demons would eat them if they acted like human beings over the telephone, and they hadn't been programmed to deny meatspace visitors. Apparently, Jocelyn mentioned to Roberta that friends had left messages for her and interpreted Roberta's response as affirming that she had received them, when, at the time, Roberta was actually thinking in terms of interpreting lots of observations as messages from various sources. Scott and I agreed to cancel the bet and give the $500 to the [Center for Applied Rationality](http://rationality.org/). But it is _interesting to note_ that, in contrast to Scott's theory that keeping patients incommunicado is illegal and therefore doesn't happen, my theory that psych ward employees (besides Scott) are _lying kidnappers_ made a correct prediction at 20:1 odds.) -Anyway, Roberta is fine. I'm fine. But it turns out that we live in a world in which 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. +Anyway, Roberta is fine. I'm fine. But it turns out that we live in a world in which 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, 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. So, that was pretty upsetting, which probably contributed to my own mental state descending into paranoid and [pronoid](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pronoia_(psychology)) [delusions of reference](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ideas_of_reference_and_delusions_of_reference) over the next two weeks. And again, I understand and affirm that there's a level of description at which this can be understood as my being "mentally ill". But it also kind of makes sense, right? Well—it's going to take several paragraphs to explain what I mean by that. -To review, I got _really upset_ and lost a lot of sleep back in February because I didn't know how to make sense of my observations of an alarming fraction of _the smartest people I know_ being seemingly unwilling to publicly affirm the conjunction _biological sex is a predictively-useful category_ and _categories should be predictively-useful_. (I'm [not making this up](http://slatestarcodex.com/2014/11/21/the-categories-were-made-for-man-not-man-for-the-categories/)! I _couldn't_ make this up!) And because I got upset, that means that _I'm_ the crazy one?! Which means I deserve to be taken to a _literal secret prison_ (if you're not allowed to leave, it's a prison; if the guards refuse to tell anyone whether you're there, it's a secret prison) and drugged by completely unaccountable authority figures, and I'm not supposed to object when the imprisonment-and-drugging is called "care", which _I_ have to pay for?! (The medical insurance—note, not "health insurance"; _medicine_ and _health_ are distinct concepts—from my dayjob covered almost all of the ambulance and prison bills, but I think this should still be described as me having to pay: assuming economics isn't fake, a change in Society leading to fewer psychiatric imprisonments should reduce medical insurance costs, which in turn should increase the fraction of total compensenation from my dayjob that I receive in the form of money rather than medical insurance.) +To review, I got _really upset_ and lost a lot of sleep back in February because I didn't know how to make sense of my observations of an alarming fraction of _the smartest people I know_ being seemingly unwilling to publicly affirm the conjunction _biological sex is a predictively useful category_ and _categories should be predictively useful_. (I'm [not making this up](http://slatestarcodex.com/2014/11/21/the-categories-were-made-for-man-not-man-for-the-categories/)! I _couldn't_ make this up!) And because I got upset, that means that _I'm_ the crazy one?! Which means I deserve to be taken to a _literal secret prison_ (if you're not allowed to leave, it's a prison; if the guards refuse to tell anyone whether you're there, it's a secret prison) and drugged by completely unaccountable authority figures, and I'm not supposed to object when the imprisonment-and-drugging is called "care", which _I_ have to pay for?! (The medical insurance—note, not "health insurance"; _medicine_ and _health_ are distinct concepts—from my dayjob covered almost all of the ambulance and prison bills, but I think this should still be described as me having to pay: assuming economics isn't fake, a change in Society leading to fewer psychiatric imprisonments should reduce medical insurance costs, which in turn should increase the fraction of total compensenation from my dayjob that I receive in the form of money rather than medical insurance.) I'm complaining, but if possible, I'd like to avoid portraying myself as a victim here. The primary intended effect of the complaint is not to try to convince you that I have been _wronged_ by someone or something, and that _they_ "should" be held accountable for my suffering. Rather, I'm trying to explain what it felt like to have my model of social reality get undermined.