As I mentioned in the last entry of the blog series, I have been working feverishly on completed my admission paperwork for the Order of Friars Minor. While I was in the middle of writing my personal biography, I received a text message from Brother Timothy. He had scheduled my psychological evaluation. At first, I didn’t think I was going to be able to make it; but, after a few moments of consideration, I decided to cash in a sick day and attend the appointment. After all, I knew that I needed to do things as quickly as possible if I was going to be able to have an admission board in May.
So, A week later, I made the drive to Mason, Ohio. When I arrived, I pulled into the parking lot of a rather unremarkable office building. After passing the suites belonging to a number of wildly-varied businesses, I found where my appointment was to be held, which was at the end of a long, barren hallway on the first floor.
As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a gregarious, middle-aged woman who had an abundance of personality and a smile to match. She made it her business to put me at ease as they prepared to dive into the depths of my psyche. It worked. My nervousness disappeared almost immediately.
She told me that the testing would last about six hours. She said the first three or four hours would consist of computer-based and paper-based testing and the final two hours would be with a psychologist. I wasn’t exactly thrilled with six hours of testing, but I knew I didn’t really have a choice. I needed to do what I needed to do.
So, it began.
I didn’t really find the computer and paper testing to be difficult. It was just long and drawn out. When I finished the first test of a thousand questions, I thought I had finished ahead of schedule. So, I brought it to the receptionist, rather proud of myself. She just smile and said, “Oh no, honey. This is just the first test.” My smile quickly dissipated, as I was informed that it was just one test among a half dozen of them. They tested my intelligence, my morals, my reasoning skills, and my sexual history. When I was done, I couldn’t have been more happy. After answering thousands of questions, my eyes were starting to hurt.
Between the computer and paper based tests and my appointment with the psychologist I had an hour to kill. So, I left and grabbed a bite to eat. I returned when it was time for my face-to-face evaluation.
Finally, I found myself in a room with a well-dressed psychologist. During the two hours interview, she probed the deepest portions of my mind and heart. She asked questions about things I have never talked about with a living soul. She asked questions that were profoundly personal and quite uncomfortable… sexual parts of my life. While I’ve never been particularly prudish about that area of my life, I’ve never particularly enjoyed discussing it either. So, I did the best I could to make it through
When the evaluation was complete, I was emotional drained and exhausted. I knew it was for a good cause, but I wouldn’t choose to do it again. Thank goodness I won’t have to!