My mind raced for solutions but found none. The questions continued. What was I even doing in the room I wondered to myself as I carefully watched the scenario play out in slow motion before me? What kind of assessment it this? Do you even know or understand my son? Who gives you the right to judge his readiness ability when you know nothing about him? The questions trailed off as I continued to watch with horror as Benny slowly turned into a pillar of stoicism never, before seen in our home. Something was wrong.