This is from when I was maybe 10 years old. I loved my bedroom. I felt like it was my haven, my sanctuary from the other members of a largish and active family. I had all my little knick knacks and toys arranged nicely.
The weird thing about my room was it was apparently the only good place to have the large copper boiler/hot water heater that served the radiator system of the house. When we updated our heating system, we had to change the pipes to the water heater too; I don't think they put in whole new one, but for some reason just the pipes, and some new lagging for insulation.
Well, obviously this had to be done in my room! I was freaked OUT! My mum had to break the news to me as if a pet had died.
And when the man came to carry out the work, I was so worried about my room that me and my mum sat there on the bed while the man did the work.
It was the sanctuary aspect that I felt was being violated -- I don't think I thought he was going to damage anything, I think my anxiety was more to do with a haven being invaded and my having no control over that, and also disruption to routine and my normal pattern of life. My space was being invaded and something new and disruptive was happening that I didn't have an option in.
I had massive anxiety, as if it were a serious dentist appointment for something major. I'm thankful that my mother kind of went with it, because I was fine just sitting there with her, managing to chat with my mum, and I think we started reading a book at one point. I had no meltdowns during the work, or anything, just acute anxiety, so all in all it went well.
But still, I look back now and cringe when I wonder what that poor man must have thought about this nervous little kid making her mother sit on her bed with her while they both watched this poor guy trying to do his work. It must have seemed very weird to him, and I'm sorry how bad it must have looked. Sometimes I wish I could find him and explain that little girl had autism and this was just one of her anxiety triggers. he probably wouldn't even remember! But I do and I still feel embarrassed.