My detainment in the Mount Sinai Psychiatric Ward System (henceforth "timeout") came in two phases.

• Blake Rosenthal MD at 1425 Madison Avenue: 14 June - 26 June (13 days)
• Elizabeth Lequesne MD at 1000 Tenth Avenue: 27 June - 17 July (21 days)

That's nearly five weeks in timeout that was originally supposed to last only one night.

Here are some details.

• From 8PM 14 June 2026 to 4PM 18 June 2026, the phone lines at MS Madison refused to let certain calls connect. Specifically, the following numbers were blacklisted:
  • Mental Health Legal Service
  • NY State Department of Health
  • The Joint Commission
• Most insidiously, dialing 911 redirected the caller to Mount Sinai security (who were often the people that inmates were calling 911 to report). I was able to reach the NYPD by leaving a message to pass along on a 311 line, but even then when they supposedly got to the entrance of the ward, they were unable to reach my floor. Once when I was using 411 to get some basic information, a security guard asked me if I was on the phone with 911 or 311. When I replied "411," he went,

  "That's even worse. Hang that up now."

  At MS West (1000 Tenth), 311 was blocked completely.
• I caught one of the security guards at MS Madison touching one of the more attractive nurses. The guard refused to flip his name tag around for me to get a full name (yes, illegal). When I asked for a name directly, he said "Officer." I said "Officer what?," and he said "Officer." And then I asked "for what force?" and he just said "Security." I said, "Mount Sinai Security?" and he just went, "Security." Disgusting piece of shit.

• I submitted my 72 hour letter for MS Madison on the 16th (I didn't really know the process until then). On the 19th, I had a hearing with the attending, my "lawyer," and a "judge." I was not heard at all, I was only there to confirm or deny whatever the attending was saying, and even then my words meant nothing.

  When you are diagnosed clinically insane, no matter how wrongly, it is impossible to advocate for yourself. The word "lawyer" is in quotations because she (Jennifer Ives) was royally unhelpful. She gave me a burner number so that when I attempted to call her after the mishearing, it redirected to some random business.

• After the mishearing, I was then legally required to take aripiprazole. The attending at MS Madison did not give me injectables, though the court order said he was free to do so. But when I was transferred to MS West, the attending there did not hesitate to administer 400mg LAI, alongside an oral dose (this is standard practice).
• There was an incident wherein I nearly got involved in a physical altercation with a fellow inmate. I won't speak badly of him here, since he doesn't deserve that. This was on July 2. The altercation had him escalating to attempted physical violence first as he approached me with clenched fists. I squared up as he got within striking distance, which apparently counts as attempted violence and not self defense. I don't know what he got from the wardens, but they gave me an injectable dose of lorazepam -- against my wishes, of course, while I was dead calm while objecting.
• The nurses and patient care assistants at both locations were negligent at best, often hostile. They routinely ignored inmates mid-crisis. Some joked with the corrections officers ("security") about our conditions, or made lewd comments about some of the more attractive female inmates. There were exceptional nurses (thank you Pamela and Michael at MS West!) but they were rarities among seemingly countless defects.
• One thing I miscalculated: right before I agreed to transfer to MS West (they needed a spot at MS Madison for a patient at MS West to undergo a certain treatment, and I agreed to swap with them), I was actually on the verge of being discharged. However, that countdown reset when I transferred from MS Madison to MS West. Oops.
• One doctor (Tim Rice, MD) at MS West, proposed after much deliberation what I had been suggesting to them for five weeks straight: that what I have might not be bipolar and/or schizophrenic but rather hold some sort of dogmatic preference about how to live my life that leans much more towards Asperger's or ASD. (Oh, you don't say?) Then the team agreed that a proper neurological/psychiatric evaluation (which would be the testing necessary to confirm the hypothesis) was for outpatient to deal with, i.e. not their problem.
• The 72 hour letter in the appendix from 1 July resulted in a trial that never happened, due to the attending at MS West failing to attend the appointment due to "being too busy." Everyone around me was always "too busy." This is not a valid excuse. It's Manhattan, literally everyone is busy; there are only those who are responsible.

It's good to be out, at least.

APPENDIX: My 72 Hour Letter, 1 Jul 2026, 10:47PM

At the time of writing this letter, I have been administered, via court order, both injectable and oral aripiprazole (Abilify™), which has induced a cognitive state including but not limited to severe debilitating brain fog, a decrease in cerebral clock speed on the order of 2-5% of my baseline unmedicated processing power, and the unsettling sensation of me not being me despite being in my own body. At this point, the clinical team responsible for my care has given me no alternate recourse or egress besides claiming a violation of my constitutional rights not only as a citizen of the leading nation of the free world, but as a human being domiciled on Earth itself.

The US Constitution is unambiguous in this regard: "no cruel or unusual punishment." My crime, if anything, is that of cleverness, creativity, and courage. The fact that I intimidate and frighten the MDs and NPs around me merely by existing around them does not give them the right to chemically lobotomize me. Harrison Burgeron need not be a documentary. Please, for all that is fair and just, honor my explicit request which follows: "I WOULD LIKE TO BE DISCHARGED, IF NOT ASAP, THEN WITHIN 72 HOURS, AS PER MY USUAL RIGHTS AS A PATIENT OF THE UNITED STATES HEALTHCARE SYSTEM."

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Justin T. Chun
son of Jin K. Chun, MD (1957-2012)