My mom is 53 years old and still cannot drive. Both my father and stepfather spent years trying to teach her, to no avail. My stepdad even went out and bought her a new car last year. You know where that car is? Yep, you guessed it. If he isn’t driving it, it sits in the driveway and my mother still takes the bus to work every day. With my mother, it is definitely an emotional blocking. She also does not know how to swim, ride a bike, or roller skate. When we were kids, he bought her a moped so she could at least get around town. She was so scared of it, she crashed it the first day she tried to use it. I was only 11 at the time, but I ended up using the thing all the time. In my mom’s case, it all goes back to her mom, who didn’t think it was proper for a lady to drive or do “rough house” things, which apparently includes swimming and bicycle riding. My grandmother herself has only learned to drive in the last ten years or so, and that was because my grandfather’s vision was failing so bad, he was downright dangerous on the road.
My mother tried to pound her driving phobia into me, but my ex-husband forced me to learn how to drive when I was 18 because he said there was no way in hell he was going to spend the rest of his life driving me around, just like my stepdad does now with my mom.
“We are what we pretend to be.”