I have PTSD due to an attack a few years ago, my home is my sanctuary and today it is full of workmen doing a fairly major essential repair, they will be here all day. I'm shut in my living room trying to keep my dog calm, worrying about my cat (shut in an unaffected bedroom, the dog barking will stress her more if I try to have her with me) and feeling sick and scared and sort of violated, I just want them to go. I'm gritting my teeth and getting through it, have managed to be friendly, offered drinks etc but I'm struggling not to spiral.