So, I got in a little fender bender today. More like a fender tapper, because my fender didn't get screwed up at all and neither did the other guy's, but still, our cars made contact. On its own this wouldn't be a big deal, except that such situations seem to crop up on me with much greater frequency than they do most people. I can't remember the last time I drove without getting beeped at (I hate ending sentences with a preposition, so I'm inserting this little aside to solve that problem). Before you start cursing all the jerks out there, like my mom did, let me say that I'm the queen of cutting people off when I change lanes. By the time I turn and look, someone's beeping at me. Without fail. I get beeped at a lot when I'm in unfamiliar areas, and usually I don't know why. Oh, and did I mention that I don't always notice when the guy in front of me is stopping or about to turn, and I frequently have to slam on my breaks?
Considering I've been driving for, what, 6 years, and 5 of them on my own, I should be well past this stage. I can see if I were a new driver, but I'm not that new.
This all comes to down to one big thing: I shouldn't be driving. I can't manage to simultaneously pay attention to enough different things such as is required in driving. It makes sense, really. I definitely struggle with attention issues (I'm great at asking you a question, then responding with, "Wait, I forgot to listen to the answer."). I struggle with visual and auditory perception. Why wouldn't I struggle with driving.
But I have to drive. As much as work makes me panic, without it I can't move out. No driving means no work means no moving out, and that's bad. I need to move out. Also, the research study that I'm in for the next year and a half requires driving to get there. Mom says that if I give up driving, my world will become very, very small. She's not making this decision any easier. She also acts like it's my fault I'm such a bad driver, and I know it's not. I'm just naturally terrible at it for the above-mentioned reasons.
Advice appreciated. I certainly don't know what to do.