Driving And Fear

It seems that whenever I discuss my fear of driving I run into two kinds of people.  You get the kind of person who has also somehow become afraid of driving, either through an accident or some other incident, and they don’t think you should bother getting over your fear – and you get the other people who just tell you to “get over it”.  I honestly can understand where both camps are coming from, but I don’t agree with either of them.

For starters, I do not let fears run my life.  True, right now I am slightly crippled by my fear of driving.  But, what is it currently keeping me from?  I can get to work without any commute, so that is not an issue.  I don’t leave the house without Master Pravus, and he aso loves to drive.  So basically, the only thing that is being hampered by my ability to drive is the fact that if there were an emergency and Master Pravus couldn’t drive – we’d be shit out of luck.  And you know what?  That’s not OK to me.  However, that’s a concern for the future- not something being actively hampered today.

To the camp which tell me all the time that you can just walk.  No.  You can walk.  I cannot.  Where I live there is no way for me to get the places that I’d need to go in an emergency.  The closest store is a gas station, and it is three or four miles down the road.  Not only that, but there are no sidewalks between here or there.  While I can easily walk six or eight miles if I need to (and, while we do that on occasion since we love to hike), walking in the snow or other inclement weather without a sidewalk is dangerous around here.  Especially at night.

I say that you can walk, because you probably can.  Most people who give me this argument live in the city.  We lived in the city for a long time, and we used busses, trains, and our own feet quite often.  In the city it is easy to get from place to place.  Out here, it is rural and not possible to get around simply by walking.  There are few busses and no passenger trains where we live either.

To those who say that you should “just get over it”.  Nu-uh.  People do not get “over” crippling fears overnight.  They just don’t.  I have made incredible strides when it comes to driving, but the fact of the matter is, I’m just not ready to drive alone or far yet.  I will get there.

A couple years ago, after the first accident we got into with Bettie, I literally got behind the steering wheel and I cried whenever I got in the car.  I didn’t think I could do anything, or go anywhere because I was so terrified.  My shoulders would be up by my ears in tension, and I’d be so frightened.  Right now, I don’t cry, and I can mostly keep my shoulders from attaching to my ears – but it didn’t happen over night, and I didn’t just “get over it.”

Last month we moved from a place that was quasi-near the city, to this place, which is rural.  We love the place we live now, but as the area is still unfamiliar to me, I’m not comfortable driving alone in it yet, which is pretty common for a lot of people, not just those with a fear of driving.

For me, being afraid of something is a temporary thing.  I used to be afraid of having sex from behind, of heights, of sleeping alone, of spiders.  I am not 100% okay with sex from behind (though, I’m a bit nervous when new people fuck me that way, it doesn’t mean I won’t do it though).  I still do not love heights, but I conquered that fear over and over by flying, climbing up scary playground equipment, and walking across bridges near the edge.  I’m not going to tell you I’d be thrilled to find out that I have to have sex on top of a high up building on the roof or something, but I’m not terrified by heights anymore.

I have slept alone plenty, and while I don’t like it, I’m not afraid of it either.  And while I don’t love spiders, I have learned to get along with them well enough.  I steer clear of them, and when I find one I leave it be, instead of screaming or crying.  (Usually!)  It took a long time to get over these fears and none of them were easy for me.  Some required medical intervention (as with the spiders.  I went to a special medical study to help get over my fear), but all of them required help from other people.  I wasn’t able to conquer any of my fears without someone to help me feel okay with them.  There are many, many more examples in my life of me overcoming a fear, but you should get the picture by now.

I wasn’t always afraid to drive.  Growing up, I wanted to learn to drive very badly so I could move out of my parent’s house.  We didn’t live in the city, nor were we very rural, but there wasn’t a lot that was close enough that I could walk to it.  I begged my parents to teach me, but neither could really be bothered.  My Dad would take me out to drive once a week for about a half an hour, and my Mom refused to drive with me in the car.  Driving with Dad was a nightmare, because he would just scream and yell at me.  It was obvious that I wasn’t going to learn much from him.

Since Dad wasn’t helping me to drive, and no one else in the family was supportive at all, I turned to one of my close friends at the time.  I wound up moving in with her, and my Dad gave me one of his cars (he used to have too many, anyway).  My friend helped me a lot by letting me drive everywhere we could, and I got comfortable with driving pretty quickly!  (If you pretend that parallel parking wasn’t part of the equation).  Luckily for me, my friend worked at the same place I did, so it wasn’t an issue of hogging all her time or anything.

A couple of months after I got my license, I moved in with Master Pravus.  At the time, I had switched jobs and now worked about thirty minutes away.  I had to drive through a major city (Boston), and on the highway, daily.  I had no problems with it at all.  In fact, I loved to drive at that point.  I was still a stickler for obeying all laws of the road (as I am now), but I would always volunteer to drive whenever we had to go anywhere.  Master Pravus loves driving, so I would lose a lot, but he would let me drive sometimes.

I was pretty OK with driving until two years ago, when we moved to Colorado.  Colorado roads are much different than back East.  For one, lanes continually pop up and disappear without warning.  Even Master Pravus gets a bit flustered, and I would only drive short distances while we were both getting used to the new state and it’s rascally roads.  Fair enough.  Well, then that woman backed into the front of our car, and I’ve been terrified since.  It doesn’t help that we have also been in more accidents since then either.

While driving is hard for me, I absolutely refuse to accept that I am nervous about driving.  I know this is something I can and will get over.  Not overnight, and not by ignoring it.  I used to love it, and I know I can get back to that place.  This will go away slowly, after I get my driving confidence back, and after lots and lots of work and help.  It’ll be just like all the other fears I am working on now: temporary, and with time, lessened to the point of being able to live comfortably with it.

4 thoughts on “Driving And Fear

  1. As for the two groups of thought, I have gotten that a lot over my fear of frogs though mostly the “just get over it” thought. Some try to help by forcing me to be close to frogs. I laugh at the people who are terrified of spiders or other things and tell me I am a baby over frogs. I have found that people just cannot understand fear that they do not have and cannot relate to… I have calmed down a lot but they still terrify me. I am more willing to leave the house when it is damp out, I use to not even want to leave the house by myself sometimes because I knew they were outside. I still do not want a pool because I knew it would attract them and I still scream at the top of my lungs when I see them. While I find your fear different, I understand we are all afraid of something at some level. In addition, you are handling your fear of driving much better than I have my fear. Remember there are people who cannot or will not get over their fear and are controlled to it to the point of staying inside all of the time.


    1. Hi Nox,

      I’m sorry about your fear of frogs. I agree with you that most people will not understand fears, although, by definition a fear does not need to make sense.

      I disagree with the fact that you say some “cannot” get over their fear. I see that more of a “will not”. We have a lot of choices in life, and I believe that people choose to let themselves act a certain way. I.E. If you never make the effort, you will never learn to get past your fear. I am not saying that you can get over it by yourself, that it will be quick or painless.. But if you really wanted to conquer your fear, you could do it. With time, and help.

      I also wanted to say, that I think that those people who are forcing you to be around frogs are completely wrong in doing so. Getting past a fear is not something that can ever be forced on someone, and it just seems cruel and traumatic to force a person in that way. 🙁


  2. The one thing I’m afraid of is spiders. It isn’t necessarily debilitating, but it does force me to refuse to do certain things and that can be a pain in the ass when it slows or halts a project. People are constantly asking me to come look at this or that, crawl in here and fix this, stick your hand in there and tell me how to fix that, help me tear off all this old wood/siding/roofing/decking/gutters etc. My answer is usually something along the lines of “Sure, as soon as you’ve killed every spider in there…twice…called in an air raid to make sure none were missed and then covered the entire area in boiling oil for an hour.” Thankfully, I have some pretty effective tools that I use quite regularly…my shop-vacs and the bottoms of my shoes. I don’t intentionally kill anything, but I draw the line at spiders. I have no choice.

    P.S. Froggies are adorable! 😉

    1. Hey Gaspar,

      Spiders are incredibly difficult. At least, they were for me. I wouldn’t say I like them, they still give me the willies, but as long as they aren’t too big we can co-exist somewhat. Even if I have to leave the room. At least I don’t scream anymore. Little things, eh?

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