Sayo
Not 2B
- Aug 22, 2018
- 520
Starting to think I can't possibly cope with living without a licence. I can't drive because I'm substantially disabled (my vision alone would unconditionally disqualify me from getting a licence, but I also have seizure-like episodes, unilateral hearing loss, motor skill problems, and other things that mean it would be dangerous for me and everyone else if I drove). I was told when I was quite young that I'd never drive a car, so I always managed, but now I'm starting to cope ok day-to-day within the rather nihilistic parameters I've set for myself, I've started to feel the limits to my situation for the first time (really).
It's difficult for me to walk long distances unfortunately, and I live in a place where walking is not an option. Where I live doesn't have great public transportation either, and it takes hours to get places you could get to in fifteen minutes with a car. The inner city is too expensive, and I'd hate to live there anyway, really hate it. I have my mother to drive me, but I can't really describe it to people who can transport themselves... it's the quality of never being free, never being able to do anything you want, nothing spontaneous or without considering other people, never having real autonomy or feeling fully in possession of personhood. That's more important to me at this point than the practical things it stops me from doing. I could get a social worker to drive me, but it would be an inferior, more stressful, and more restrictive option than having my mother drive me. When my partner is able to move here, it would be better, but work is a thing, and mostly I want to have the freedom to be alone outside sometimes without having to be 'dropped off'.
I don't think Uber even operates where I live, but it wouldn't be an option (nor taxis) financially, let alone on any other level.
I know this probably sounds like unreasonable whining. I've done a good job most of my life coping with my disabilities, although I've been denied most of my dreams. I don't know how little is too little.
Cycling is something I've flirted with, but the reasons I can't drive also make cycling unsafe here (Australia), since there aren't separated cycling lanes where I live, I have poor situational awareness, and I can't balance (but I could get a bicycle with stabilising wheels - kind of like adult training wheels - at least). I live near a sharp bend in the road, too. My philosophy at this point is 'it would be better to die cycling than live like this', so I'll think about it more, but I have to admit I'm scared of the outcomes in between (brain damage).
Most of my life I've been a hikikomori and extremely smothered, and my desire to leave the house has been negligible, but I feel essentially immobilised now and yearn for fresh air and exploration and the ability to be alone. It's pretty horrible. If I spoke to anyone about this, they would say 'but I can drive you!' or something, which makes it doubly frustrating. The worst thing is being mocked for never leaving my room by the same people, as if it isn't a product of being disabled, abused, and treated poorly at home (to the point only my room is a viable place to be).
Incidentally, my disabilities and subsequent dependence are why I have not succeeded yet in simply catching the bus. Opportunities for me to be unsupervised are pretty rare and require serious contrivance.
I totally empathise with elderly people who refuse to give up driving. Obviously it's not good, but when you look at what their lives will become when they do, socially and otherwise, even before you think about the denial about aging many of them are in, it's pretty hard to fault them any more than the world around them.
I don't know if I'll reply to any potential responses, because writing this severely exhausted me, so I'm not soliciting any - but being able to write it down and post it here was helpful.
It's difficult for me to walk long distances unfortunately, and I live in a place where walking is not an option. Where I live doesn't have great public transportation either, and it takes hours to get places you could get to in fifteen minutes with a car. The inner city is too expensive, and I'd hate to live there anyway, really hate it. I have my mother to drive me, but I can't really describe it to people who can transport themselves... it's the quality of never being free, never being able to do anything you want, nothing spontaneous or without considering other people, never having real autonomy or feeling fully in possession of personhood. That's more important to me at this point than the practical things it stops me from doing. I could get a social worker to drive me, but it would be an inferior, more stressful, and more restrictive option than having my mother drive me. When my partner is able to move here, it would be better, but work is a thing, and mostly I want to have the freedom to be alone outside sometimes without having to be 'dropped off'.
I don't think Uber even operates where I live, but it wouldn't be an option (nor taxis) financially, let alone on any other level.
I know this probably sounds like unreasonable whining. I've done a good job most of my life coping with my disabilities, although I've been denied most of my dreams. I don't know how little is too little.
Cycling is something I've flirted with, but the reasons I can't drive also make cycling unsafe here (Australia), since there aren't separated cycling lanes where I live, I have poor situational awareness, and I can't balance (but I could get a bicycle with stabilising wheels - kind of like adult training wheels - at least). I live near a sharp bend in the road, too. My philosophy at this point is 'it would be better to die cycling than live like this', so I'll think about it more, but I have to admit I'm scared of the outcomes in between (brain damage).
Most of my life I've been a hikikomori and extremely smothered, and my desire to leave the house has been negligible, but I feel essentially immobilised now and yearn for fresh air and exploration and the ability to be alone. It's pretty horrible. If I spoke to anyone about this, they would say 'but I can drive you!' or something, which makes it doubly frustrating. The worst thing is being mocked for never leaving my room by the same people, as if it isn't a product of being disabled, abused, and treated poorly at home (to the point only my room is a viable place to be).
Incidentally, my disabilities and subsequent dependence are why I have not succeeded yet in simply catching the bus. Opportunities for me to be unsupervised are pretty rare and require serious contrivance.
I totally empathise with elderly people who refuse to give up driving. Obviously it's not good, but when you look at what their lives will become when they do, socially and otherwise, even before you think about the denial about aging many of them are in, it's pretty hard to fault them any more than the world around them.
I don't know if I'll reply to any potential responses, because writing this severely exhausted me, so I'm not soliciting any - but being able to write it down and post it here was helpful.