:'( Your story is making cry. I did the same thing yesterday. I know exactly how you feel. My boyfriend thought that I had cheated on him in the past. He wanted me to take the polygraph. I decided to do it because I love him, and he would not have stayed with me if I didn't do it. So I did it. I didn't want to do it because I knew that the test was not reliable, but it was the only way. The examiner was an ass. He tried to explain everything to me, and I told him that I was familiar with the process. When I said that the two metal straps that go around the fingers were for recording sweat activity, he denied it. He also told me that the machine records physiological functions in the body that cannot be altered or control by me. I told him about a psychology textbook that I had read that stated that people with hypertension were hooked up to the machine and successfully controled and lowered their blood pressure. He denied that the school textbook was true. After the examination I was told that I had failed. This made me burst into tears. I also cried during the pre-interview. Anyhow, after he told my boyfriend the results, I was asked to leave the room. During this time (as I was told by my boyfriend) the polygraph examiner had accused me of trying to flash him my breasts. In actuality I was reaching in my pirse on the floor for a tissue to wipe my tears away.
oh yeah...the guy i went to was David M. Bush and Associates...in Jacksomville, Florida
Catherine
As long as we are naming names, my polygrapher was Paul Tesi of somewhere in Northern Washington state near Seattle.
By the way, if you want to correspond with me privately, please feel free to. It is good to know I am not alone because this whole experience has been completely bizarre for me. :o
Broken
broken_64@hotmail.com