Wais-iv Pruebas (Firefox)

She slid a piece of paper across the table. It wasn’t a diagnosis. It was a referral to a neurologist who specialized in early-onset autoimmune encephalitis.

Elena clicked the tablet. The first puzzle appeared: a complex, irregular polygon. Mateo stared. His fingers, which had once sketched award-winning cantilevered bridges, hovered over the numbered options. One, four, and six. He pointed. It was wrong. The correct combination was two, five, and seven.

“Because the line… it rotates, but also the shading… no, that’s not right.” He looked at her, desperate. “I used to be good at this.” wais-iv pruebas

They moved on. Digit Span . She read a string of numbers: 3-9-1-8. He repeated them forward, flawless. Backward? He stumbled at five digits. Arithmetic . “If a man buys twenty oranges for two hundred pesos and sells them for fifteen pesos each, what is his profit per orange?” Mateo’s brow furrowed. He started doing complex multiplication in the air with his finger. The answer was simple: five pesos. He said eight.

By the time they reached Matrix Reasoning , Elena had begun to suspect the problem wasn’t in his mind, but in the interface between his mind and the world. He could see the abstract patterns—the spiraling triangles, the alternating colors—but when he tried to explain why the missing piece belonged there, his words came out as tangled nets. She slid a piece of paper across the table

“You didn’t forget how to build,” she said. “Something is blocking the workshop. The WAIS-IV just helped us find the door.”

“You will see a puzzle on the screen,” she said, her voice a practiced, neutral calm. “Then you will select the three options that, when combined, make that shape.” Elena clicked the tablet

The final subtest was Block Design . She took out the red-and-white cubes. “Make this,” she said, sliding a picture of a diagonal diamond pattern toward him.