I got out of Wisconsin 30 years ago to the land of fruit and nuts, California. They didn’t kick me out of my grad program for being schizoaffective, but they asked me if I wanted to leave the PhD program in Physiology and Biophysics from the University of Southern California with a MS and I said yes. One incident there I was 5150’ed when I was at the gym. I was appropriately naked in the locker room but inappropriately in a Muslim prayer-like position, head on the floor in a fetal position in some emotional turmoil about I forget what. A nearby fellow asked me if I was OK, and I, again, inappropriately, said no. That was enough to get me in the 72 hour lock down.