Jan30
I’ve been learning to drive after years and years of being too scared to. It’s been quite a ride, but I have actually coped better than expected. That was until the car seat broke! Thankfully not actually while I was driving.
Also, if anyone in Auckland with a full license wants to sit in the car with me while I drive them around – let me know, I need to get my hours up. I promise to drive you in a car with working seats.
In other news – my one and only event that I’m participating in for Auckland Pride is coming up – it’s part of the Same Same But Different festival, so come along if you wanna! Here’s the link
I totally feel you on this issue, my parents never tried to teach me to drive, and by the time I had an opportunity to learn, that teen aged sense of indestructibility was long behind me, and a deep sense of panic had set in. After watching me have a panic attack my boyfriend was like “nope I’ll just keep chauffeuring you around, you don’t need to learn on my manual transmission.” And now I’m a 32 year old who’s never learned to drive.
I’m so proud of your courage, go you!
Ohhh, yeh I refused to learn as a teen, and then yeh just have convinced myself of it being too hard. But I reached a point where life was getting much too difficult to not drive – so I decided to learn, at 33 – learning a new physical skills as an adult is weird, hard and quite vulnerable. I definitely don’t think everyone has to learn, but it’s bloody hard. Yay for partner’s who drive us round tho – what sweeties!
I learned as a teen and because of that sense of immortality I was pretty casual about it. Now as an adult with anxiety disorder I have a really hard time driving because I constantly expect everything to go wrong and for it to be all my fault.
I do best when I remind myself that everyone else is a terrible driver, too, and usually what brings me out of my anxiety state is seeing someone else do something really, really dumb.