Have you ever hit a point where you have taken all you can and can't handle any more? I hit that point this afternoon. I basically exploded with anger. I didn't scream or threaten to kill anyone tho. Suffice it to say it's been a long week. Marc is still in the hospital and our efforts to get him out have come to nothing so far. He is currently incarcerated in the Clyde L Choate Mental Health facility in Anna, IL. The problems started last Friday morning, September 28th. When Marc was admitted there, he requested the forms to sign himself out. He was denied this request by staff. From what we understand, he was voluntarily admitted there, so for them to deny him the paperwork constitutes a violation of his rights. On Tuesday I got a call from his case manager. I'll call her Kate. Kate and I were discussing the written and signed statements made by me and Kelly. I, at one point, told Kate that I would do whatever it takes to get Marc out of there. She jumped right on that and asked if I was going to break him out. I actually sputtered into the phone. Most people don't make the mistake of assuming I'm stupid. In fact, I informed her that I was not only not stupid but I was also not one of the patients. I did tell her to warn the staff that a large angry woman would be down Wednesday. Kate apparently can't take proper notes and wrote down that I said a large angry woman (me) would be down to get Marc. I NEVER stated I was going to break Marc out. When I came to visit on Wednesday, they got a security guard to wand me. The ONLY time I've been wanded since I've been visiting. I made the comment that Kate must have warned them I was going to be there. The flat out lied to my face and claimed they ALWAYS do that to visitors. Nice treatment of the public, eh? Then, during our visit, Marc told me he was told by staff (whose names he can't remember because they have changed all his meds and he's walking around in a somewhat incoherent fog) that I was making matters worse for him by making threats and it was going to end up prolonging his stay. I was furious. I had made phone calls all day Tuesday and Wednesday, trying to talk to somebody to get this kid out. Nobody wanted to return my call until Thursday afternoon. Kate called back (she is apparently on Marc's treatment team), and I told her about the problems and inconsistencies. That's when I found out she can't take notes and had turned my statement about a large angry woman coming down into me coming to break Marc out. Makes you wonder how these people graduate college, doesn't it? So, then about an hour or so after I get a call from Kate, I get a call back from the Administrator's office. I had left messages with everyone and finally was getting some returned calls. I discussed the intimidation (because of my so called "threat") and the fact that he was being held against his free will. I got that whole song and dance about how they can hold a person for up to 5 working days after they sign the paperwork requesting release. I explained all inconsistencies the best I could and she promised me she would look into it and call me in the morning. Here the tale stops cause I'm tired and almost asleep at the puter. I'll bring everything up to speed tomorrow.