I was 15 years old 1966/67 when I was committed to a State Hospital. Before that I was a member of the Girl Scouts for 7 years, a member of my high school concert, marching, and pep band, I was a member of the Girls Athletic Association and earned awards in track and field, I was a member of the high school hiking club, and a member of the choir. Once committed, all these things were lost. I was 19 years old when two psychiatric technicians drove me for hours until we were in the middle of a big city where they stopped the car and told me to get out. I had no money and no idea of how to get any money, so I remained homeless and without any family for years. I have worked in the mental health field for over 20 years in administration and it is the administrators of the system that abuse people. I attended an administrative meeting of a mental health outpatient clinic where I worked and found them discussing how they were going to facilitate an emotional breakdown of a consumer. When I stood up against this premeditated psychological warfare toward the destruction, I was fired from my position and they did just as they had planned and broke many of the consumers intentionally. There are many cruel people working in the administration of mental health facilities and there are many more that stand by and allow it. I am 61 years old now and still struggle from the abuse of the psychiatric system. I thought that self-help and working in the consumer movement at a consumer run statewide organization would be safe, but they too were abusive. Therefore, I do not think it wise to force this abuse on anyone. Honestly, I am a living example of the non-violence of those labeled mentally ill, because I surely have had reason to be enraged.