I have ADHD, which means I have to go to a psychiatrist every three months to refill my prescription. It's silly, really but required by law.
Before he died suddenly of an aneurysm, my former psychiatrist was fascinated with me. He said it was because I'm always so jovial... Which I understand now is something of an oddity at a psychiatrist's office π€£
Anyway, because if this, he would often give me tests and puzzles to develop "a baseline". Apparently so he wouldn't lose his own mind from the more extreme patients he often dealt with π
I signed his forms (it was all above board) and he'd test my reaction time, run me through various questionaires about my thoughts, and time how long it would take me to solve simple puzzles. Only challenging one was one of those "fold the boxes in your mind" tests which I assume I aced (that's my jam!)
I didn't mind at all! It was actually quite fun working with his staff and psychiatrists in training who were the ones who were always there, recording the results. I would make jokes like, "I've been practicing my jumping!" Then pretend to be disappointed that they were only going to ask me questions and not test my jumping ability.
I was the lab rat. Probably the control lab rat but it was still fun and interesting. The best perk was that when I walked into his office, the receptionist would notice me and send me right to the back. No matter how many people were sitting there, waiting.
There were snacks, but only for children βΉοΈ
Now that I think about it, the various tests and questions could've been a ruse! They were actually testing my willpower, sitting next to bowls of mini packages of M&Ms and Reese's the entire time! π€
Now I'm imagining his notes:
"Subject 294 still hasn't taken or attempted to steal any candy. Despite timing his appointment precisely around lunch time and keeping him here for an extra half an hour. He's still laughing and joking with the staff. I may have to order an ice cream machine."

