Excellent. The company doctor in my case read out their referral letter to me - which basically implied (falsely) that I'd got disciplined and immediately took a sickie in repsonse; that was line one. Line two basically told him what to diagnose.
The guy was simultaneously insulted and reminded of his Hippocratic oath, I think!
The 2nd-in-charge of personnel even phoned me up at home once to pump me about my grievance strategy - and then claimed in writing that I had "been given counselling by a manager". Great fun asking him on the record at the next grievance meeting to what did this comment about counselling refer, and who was it that claimed to have given it?
Another thing that scared them was an out-of-the-blue formal request (using online form, sent to another bit of Personnel) for my legal right to full disclosure of any records/communications about me. They pretended they didn't get the form, then after the 40-day limit was up, pretended it wasn't specific enough. I said I'd complain to the ombudsman. So - on the very final grievance meeting, the head of personnel actually brought hard-copy of my stripped-down personnel file to give me. And their evident weeks of panic over this, of course, prevented my boss from being able to add any more vague "matter of fact" references to my non-existant "bad record". It also meant personnel had to "remind" everyone to purge all records (email archives etc) with personal information (i.e. gossip.) and let them know that I knew they had to put whatever cards they had on the table, or they had none.
Actually, there was almost nothing in my denuded personnel file at all, except the last thing in it before the sick notes: my performance bonus.
My life still hasn't settled on a new course (I thought it had, then came the crash) but it feels like my life again. The greatest thing afterwards is this feeling that you've struggled and taken the reins instead of letting someone else push you to the side of your own life. Part-way through, I also experienced ("realised" is just too weak & cerebral) experienced that other people only have the authority over you that you permit. You have to actually hand them authority over you.
At some point in those endless meetings - maybe the one where my supervisor's boss's boss's opposite number in the other division (one down from board-member) from London was going full-steam at me across the table, as though this was a dressing-down isntead of my grievance meeting, and the head of personnel still in full stealth mode...
I hope that, like me, one day you'll find yourself talking to your boss's boss's boss or whatever without the slightest concern about any difference in status: you suddenly see they're actually quite stressed, clueless people who, because you haven't caved as expected, have no other strategy than to keep on repeating the same irrelevant twisty rubbish. "Twisting it for whose benefit?" you think, because a tribunal interprets records for itself, and will make them answer the points they keep avoiding by going off on a twisty one.
This twistiness is all about just dismaying you and putting you off by psyching you out. Which is great, because it displays how weak a case they have.
And having seen that, it becomes amusing to see what they try to twist next. In my case, literally hours of my grievance was spent trying to get me to "agree" (a.k.a. admit) that some vague, unnamed thing about my "attitude"(!) in response to harrassment was "unreasonable" - and this was in my grievance meeting, lol!
My union bloke was rubbish at paperwork, but great in meetings. He'd look a bit nonplussed and say in an off-the-cuff, reasonable-bloke tone, "Well, WeeE can't very well discuss something that no-one's able to describe to her,

and "attitude" isn't a disciplinary offence. Is it?" And then briskly, "But anyway, in relation to her grievance, you wanted to say....um....?" (Lots of umming and paper-flicking.)
By the look of them, the sentence, "Well, a tribunal will be helpful in clarifying that issue", is also quite startling to people like this, and seems to be something of a conversation-stopper.
Amazingly childish, mischievous things help, when you're dealing with essentially immature people (such as bullies) - like accidentally forgetting my (award-winning employment-lawyer-firm) pen and seeing my boss clock the company livery on it. ("God, she's already been seeing a lawyer?!")
Bullies are not always cowards, but they always have other weaknesses that go with it - laziness, immaturity, the need to impress, or whatever. And it's all information; the tactics they use to bully tell you a lot about what THEY fear. I've never been very socially skilled or perceptive, but it was fascinating for the insights that it laid out there on the table - insights into other people and myself. You do learn a lot.
If you're off work, everyone else including your boss is busier than ever. In any case, you are ALWAYS better-prepared than they are.
Anyway, ramble, ramble, ramble. Remember that your boss is probably very scared, and your boss's boss is wishing this nightmare would go away. As hard as it was, thinking of it as a game (like the Aztec ball-game!) and myself as a restrained, righteous, wising-up, resilient, determined, always-learning player, that helped a lot.
Courage, mon brave! Cheery and indifferent!
