I hated learning how to drive. Dad insisted on teaching me, which usually meant he’d withhold lessons if I’d been “misbehaving”. I never got professional lessons until about 18 months in, and by then it was too late, I think – I was terrified of driving. It took me 3 attempts to get my probationary license and when I finally did I had the bitchiest testing officer in history…but I got 96%.
I drove to school (ten minutes to half an hour away, depending on which campus. I drove to the library and clothes shopping (ten minutes). Grocery shopping (twenty minutes). But whenever I say I’m going somewhere more than half an hour away, Mum gets “worried out of her mind” (direct quote) and fusses over me so much that it’s easier to just not go anywhere.
I want to fix that. There’s so many places I want to go, and I don’t know where to start not being so afraid. 2 years ago