Thanks for the kind words, but I don't think I did very well. I don't expect to pass, but then I never did. I guess we'll find out. I was amazed I passed last time tbh.
Thing is, I understand how you should aswer the questions and that you should answer on your 'worst day', but in practice I find myself weirdly quiescent. I feel like I want to be helpful even though in so doing I'm shooting myself in the foot. My brain just can't process the deceptive nature of this process.
I could bemoan the fact the doctor turned up 20 minutes after I did. Bureaucracy is funny like that I guess. If I'm late, in dealing with the DWP, it's insta-sanction or fight like hell. If they turn up late it's because the trains are running late. Just a routine double standard.
I had to be seen by a doctor (their word) because I presented with eyesight issues. That's why I couldn't be seen at the first appointment (perhaps the doctor's train was really late back then) and why it's taken 2 years and 4 appointments. After all that he didn't even test my eyes. He just mentioned what it says on my (disturbingly thorough) medical notes: I have a nystagmus. I said that my eyes tire really easily and don't focus properly (they sort of wobble about and mutually support each other, which is tiring). That's it. No test. There were two eye charts on the walls and a laminated piece of paper on the desk with a phrase repeated in increasingly smaller font. I wasn't asked to read from them, and, perhaps foolishly, didn't bring it up.
He did get me to bend down and touch my toes, lie on a bed and move my legs about. Not sure why given that I have no history nor any report of movement or limb difficulties.
What a joke.