I may have already mentioned that I have a Autism evaluation coming up. That is scheduled for 4 hours with a therapist.
 Reading about autism symptoms, I'm finding about things that may have been mislabeled as to the causes. One such being that maybe the woman wasn't wearing too much perfume, with my sensitive smell, the perfume was overwhelming. Although, others did complain about her perfume, the joke being her perfume arrived minutes before she did.
 I mentioned sensitive feet. Where I used to work, there were rubber mats at the inserting machines. If there was anything under the mat, it was irritating to the point where I would pick up the mat and sweep everything out from under it. I often wondered why it didn't bother any of the other operators.

Trying to find out what all the test might consist of, I got reminded of a test at the employment office (used to be unemployment). one test was to look at a flat design like the cereal boxes, and check what the folded box would look like. When I got done, I was told that I qualify for supervisor in a machine shop.

I'm going through my posts to find what I have written about my autism symptoms and get it printed out to take with me to my session. I already take my printed out appointment schedule, so I can glance at it when checking in.
Michelle

Reading my past posts, it looks like the full story of the microphone was not there. I'm thinking there might be a better understanding with the full story.

I had a radio that I had found, and just needed a few items to listen to it. My dad gave me a pair of headphones and a few other items and was told to put the antenna out the window for better reception. I think it was the same day that my dad had me drill a hole through the kitchen wall to the outside and put the wire for the microphone through leaving the microphone on the shelf net to the radio. I couldn't deny that I put the microphone there.

Later that evening there was an argument about the microphone while I was trying to drown out the noise by listening to the radio. It was loud enough that I couldn't help but hear it. My dad said I'm probably upstairs listening in at the moment. My mother suddenly comes upstairs and I'm caught with the headphones on and the wire going out the window supposedly connected to the microphone. My mother is angry and I get told to take that stuff to my dad's workshop in the morning. In the morning, my dad got back everything he had given me plus the radio. Makes me wonder how much was planned by him. It was decided that the microphone would remain on the shelf as a reminder of what I had done. The microphone remained connected to the amplifier in his workshop.

The second comes years later, after my dad's mother gave me an old telephone. Most of the time the telephone remained in a box under my bed. One day the downstairs phone rang and my mother answered it. with the old house sounds do travel through the house, and I heard my mother say goodbye to the person on the other end. In anger she yell up the stairs that I am to take my telephone out to my dad's workshop and leave it there. I pulled the telephone out from under the bed and took it out of the box and took it out to my dad's workshop. Entering the workshop, I saw his his telephone extension off the hook. He had heard every word of my mother's conversation on the house telephone. With my mother as angry as she was there was no way I could even tell her about the telephone off the hook in my dad's workshop. Both telephones were on a party line and they had an extra lever to push to enable talking. Without the lever pushed, my dad could hear what was being said, but no sound from the workshop could be heard.
Later on my dad would be telling his buddies how his mother gave him that telephone.
Michelle