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The social worker picked me up and we went to pick up Jessi at her new high school. I go to the main office, they send me to "H 4" right on the other side of the school - about a half a mile of corridors - i get lost on the way, and i'm practically in tears - a kind lady directs me and i practically bump into Jessi , who had got lost looking for me. Although theoretically i'm 'on', i'm under a lot of stress, and i'm getting tired. Afore mentioned social worker parks her car in a parking garage the equivalent of 2 or 3 city blocks from the courthouse, and then sets off at a gallop for the courthouse - because we are running late , having taken so long at the school. I switch into automaton mode, just praying i'll make it to the court, trying to forget the fact that my lawyer wanted to speak to me before the hearing - that is another story. somehow i dragged myself into the building and down another set of corridors, to collapse on a bench outside the courtroom. I was dizzy, sweating profusely , and waving arms and legs in all direction. The picture of a perfect mother! At the risk of sounding paranoid, i almost think she did it on purpose. My lawyer was talking to the main social worker when i arrived, and he told me that they believe that i am using PD as an excuse for not doing things, and that i am capable of far more than i do - after four years, they still dont believe me. Anyway it was decided to agree to the plan - that Jane Amy goes into an independent living program, and that Jessi is at home on trial or 6 months, but his time my lawyer got up and told the judge how unhappy i was with their total misunderstanding of my situation, citing my "ongoing struggle with PD'. The judge - it has been the same one at all these hearings - looked at me as if he saw me for the first time. Then he turned to my lawyer and said "My father has Parkinson's. It is a terrible disease" Hilary Blue