My dad was good at chess. Growing up, starting when I was in second grade, we used to play a couple games every night. I almost never won but when I did, it was very satisfying. It was especially satisfying because a lot of other kids I knew who were taught by their parents, the parents let the kid win. But my dad never let me win on purpose and that made the occasional victory by me special. And it made me better than most other kids I played, even older kids.
In fact, I once won first place in a chess tournament in our school district. The last kid I faced to get the blue ribbon was good. He put up quite a fight.
But yeah @Patrick, I’ve faced your situation a few time when I was younger. A parent would tell me how great their kid was and within the first two or three minutes he would make some dumb move and I was surprised that he could make such a bad move, and I knew I had him.
It’s kind of sad to me that two of the first things I lost due to schizophrenia was my love of chess and my love of reading. I’ve played chess since I’ve gotten sick but not a lot at all. My last game was probably 20 years ago.