The SOB backed down.

With everything in writing, I had him dead to rights. Doesn't it annoy you the way some people think that because we're disabled we're stupid and they can walk all over us?

I'm still stuck with the the question of how best to proceed to minimize my losses. But at least now the tail isn't wagging the dog anymore and I can make my decisions free of ugly threats.

Some of you have been through discovery. How bad was it? Could I survive it if I swallowed a truck load of Ativan and rocked back and forth humming commercial jingles?