This is the nightmare. Despite my intelligence, my ability to type, and my huge efforts to retain my independence, I am once again being treated as and forced into the role of a dependent adult.
Without legal right: no ruling by a judge, no right to defense, no attorneys to speak on my behalf, no unbiased decision based on medical facts. If it were just me, I would have (***edited out) just quit speech therapy. But J. suggested otherwise, so I am trying to work it out. With his interpretive and supportive assistance.
It all originates with a minor meltdown. I was apparently unresponsive to word-based communication for just under an hour, rocking and doing repetitive motions with my fingers. That led to my therapist and Provail administrators canceling my appointments and writing a "Plan", which I must agree to in order to go back. This "Plan" was written without my input and basically denies me the right to decide what happens to me. The plan indicates that they believe I am incapable of being responsible for myself.
It almost makes me wish that someone would just sue me for legal guardianship. At least then there would be something concrete to fight, though I probably would lose. This de facto demotion, I am completely helpless against it.
I am re-writing the "Plan". My version explicitly denies them the right to call paramedics without specific consent from me (with limits on what constitutes consent communication), J., or a law enforcement officer. It also explicitly denies them the right to send police after me if I leave when they wanted me to stay. If I leave, their only option in my plan is to call J. and advise him of the situation. That really is all that they have the legal right to do unless they actually witness me harming or threatening to harm myself. And then, only because I gave them permission to do so.
My plan is unlikely to be accepted, no matter how well written it is. If they believe I can not consent or be responsible for myself, then nothing appropriate will be acceptable to them.
Now I must stop writing because my eyes are leaking. I just got the email response from King County transit. Once my eligibility is approved by my county, I will have the transportation I need that the therapy center can not deny. This person, their email, it is so positive, encouraging, hopeful. Such contrast.