As the title says really.
I've spent over a decade and many many hours of talking therapy, hypnotherapy and CBT to get to a point where my phobia is just about manageable. But for some reason tonight has caught me off guard and I can feel myself on the brink of fully freaking out.
DH has dealt with the messy stuff brilliantly, it doesn't bother him. But I don't want DC to pick up on the fact that I'm silently and internally trying not to lose the plot and run out of the front door and straight to the nearest hotel.
Any words of wisdom or hand holding to help me get a grip?