Another part of the diagnostic phase is undergoing some kind of psychiatric test. Today was mine. I wasn’t sure what to expect and was incredibly nervous. I really don’t like having to give fixed answers under pressure.
Well, it wasn’t that bad, really. Just long. It was two and a half hours of questions. Most of those were just multiple choice questions on paper. If I’m depressed a lot, and how long it lasts. Stuff like that. I even had to rate every single part of my body. That was fun. Not.
I struggled with some of the questions, part out of fear of giving the ‘wrong’ answer. I think I did okay though, and not have the results be that I am some schizo who needs to be locked up asap. :p
Afterward I spent some time window shopping at Schiphol Airport. They have a Sissy Boy store there which I think is funny. Too bad the store itself sucks royally.