Okay, so the title of my blog post today is “Court Ordered Psychological Exam”. You won’t believe what happened.
It all started when I got this official-looking letter in the mail. Turns out, I was being ordered by the court to get a psychological evaluation. I was like, “What the heck?” I mean, I knew things were a bit messy with that custody battle thing, but this seemed extreme.
Getting Ready
- First, I freaked out a bit. It’s not every day you’re told to have your head examined, you know?
- Then, I called my lawyer. He calmed me down and explained that it’s sometimes a normal part of the process in cases like mine.
- He gave me a list of psychologists who do these kinds of evaluations. Said I should pick one and set up an appointment ASAP.
The Evaluation
So, I picked a doctor from the list who seemed okay. Made the appointment. The whole thing was pretty weird.
- I went in, and we sat in this little office. The doctor asked me a ton of questions. Stuff about my childhood, my relationships, my mental health history.
- Some of the questions were really personal. I felt pretty uncomfortable but tried to answer them as honestly as I could.
- There were also some tests. Like, answering questions on a computer, doing puzzles, and things like that. It was kind of tiring, to be honest.
Waiting Game
After the evaluation, I had to wait. The doctor said he’d send a report to the court with his findings. I was super anxious during this time.
- I kept wondering what the doctor would say. Would he think I was crazy? Would this hurt my case?
- My lawyer assured me that it would be okay, but it was hard not to worry.
The Result
Finally, the report came out. My lawyer got a copy and we went over it together.
- It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. The doctor basically said that I had some issues, like who doesn’t? But nothing that would make me unfit.
- My lawyer explained how we could use the report in court. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something we could work with.
Honestly, the whole experience was stressful, but I got through it. It’s not something I’d want to do again, but at least it’s over. If any of you ever have to go through something like this, just remember to breathe, get a good lawyer, and try not to freak out too much. It’ll all be okay in the end. Maybe.
