At Norristown, Pa., where I started my training, schizophrenia patients worked the farm that fed the hospital and ran the bakery, kitchen, and commissary. They assisted nurses on the wards and cleaned the floors. The man at the information desk was a recovered schizophrenia patient, and those of us who lived on the grounds entrusted our children to kindly old ladies with schizophrenia as babysitters. These people only remained in the hospital because the communities they came from had "closed ranks," and they had no place to go.