You can always fake it.
Police Departments don't want that kind of cop.
I took the tests for a Police Department and passed everything, including the lugging a 250-lb. person to safety.
I passed the psychological test too. It was a very, very long test. When I spoke with the Psychologist, after about five minutes he said that I had passed the test. "Stable Mable."
I was turned down for the department and was invited back to speak with the Lieutenant in charge. He said that I scored too high in the I.Q. test. It was their experience, he said, that folks with too high an I.Q. got bored with the job after a while and quit.
There was no way I could promise that I wouldn't get bored. My mother thought it was because I was female; my husband thought it was my age. Then I told them what the Lieutenant said and they admitted that he was probably correct.
My husband only worried if I had the guts to shoot someone down. He taught me to shoot. My target, at the time, was Osama bin Laden's beard. Lol. I got pretty good at nailing his throat.
I did all my shooting with a Beretta. It fit my hand. Although I am tall, my hands and feet are rather small for my size. Anyway, I shot that a-hole with precision and satisfaction every time.