I'm 43 and I still can't drive, seems like I never will

I'm 43 and I still can't drive, seems like I never will. People call me lazy for being 43 and not driving.I received over 30 hours of driving lessons in 2003 , on an automatic car, and I sucked so much the driving teachers had to rotate with each other for each session, as I "stressed them out" (they may have feared for their life too, now that I think about it) , so I stopped. The faces the instructors made were not only discouraging, but desperate. And I felt worse every day, because I never progressed in classes, I made the same mistakes.

I don't see the point in trying again. I feel like I would be a real danger on the road, so it's better for anyone if I just don't. My boyfriend and my employees are driving me around or i am using an uber. I think it’s for the better I don’t wanna be a danger for others.

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Sidewinder · 36-40, M

I'm 38 (going on 39) and I don't drive, either.

The truth is that when I turned 16, I wanted to prove that I was able to drive, but when I was told that I'm not allowed to, I was emotionally devestated, feeling like my life just might as well be over from that point going forward.

A couple of days after my 17th birthday, (this was during the Labor Day long weekend of '03) my parents and I were at a friends backyard party and at the same time, there was another party I wanted to go to and I manipulated my parents into taking me there, threatening to "skip school for an entire semester" if they didn't take me.

At the time, I feared they would say "no" if I just simply asked them to take me there, so I felt manipulation was my only option to get what I wanted. (I'm usually not a manipulative person as a general rule)

It was only after they took me to the party, that I felt a pang of guilt beginning to set in.

Shortly after my 4th year of High School started, I gradually started succumbing to suicidal thoughts brought on by feelings of jealousy towards those who either are able to drive or those who were going to be able to drive. (along with some other unrelated personal matters I was dealing with at the time)

20 years have passed since then and I still harbor feelings of jealousy towards those who are able to drive, but I've managed to cope with it by walking to the places I want to go within my hometown.