Heh. Let me tell you 'bout driving and anxiety.
I was diagnosed with PTSD when I was sixteen. In Canada, you can get your learner's permit at sixteen, then you have to wait a year to get your full license. I was too busy with school to think of driving at sixteen (of course my sixteenth birthday was in May around exam time- didn't have time to deal with the written beginning road tests and such.) I went to my cottage in another province for the summer, came back in September, felt so depressed; finally told my parents in November.
The point is, I was so suicidal- I was scared to learn how to drive and give myself another way to possibly kill myself. Now I'm scared to learn how to drive and get a flashback while driving (I get full-on ones, I cry, sob, shake, etc. etc.) and put others in danger because I'm likely to crash.
My parents are still on me about trying to get my license. The way I look at it though is this: I live in a city where I can get anywhere by bus, train, or walking. I don't need no stinkin' car! I'm saving lives (including possibly my own) and the environment! I'm also saving them a hell of a lot on insurance, gas, and license fees! So Mommy and Daddy, be happy being my chauffeur, and be GLAD I still want to be your little girl. :D
*Forrest Gump voice* "And that's all I have to say about that."