I didn’t drive when I was psychotic. I was just walking everywhere listening to the voices. now that im in remission and on meds I’ve gotten my license back. Im not as good as a driver as I used to be, I have a hard time changing lanes. my car has more blind spots than my last one.
the trouble is it’s impossible to live in my current location without a car. im thinking I should move back to my hometown and just ride a bicycle all year. there is enough economy that I can get a job somewhere in town and they have a shuttle that takes people to drs appointments and grocery shopping. nothing like that here.
I was more at peace when I wasn’t driving. it was one less thing to worry about.
I worry about driving too. It’s probably the most dangerous thing we ask of ourselves. And it takes confidence, which I lost due to a couple accidents that caught up with me mentally. Anyway I do drive but I’m cautious.
I can’t drive at all. I was always an awful driver. I was a bad driver for 40 years. I quit driving three years ago. I get around with VA transport to medical and dental appointments. I use the Moby city disability van to get around other places. When Moby isn’t operating, I use Uber taxi or regular taxi. I also use the women in my church volunteer group that help me a lot in getting around to church or to church or volunteer functions. I order almost everything online. Even groceries. Needless to say, I get along just fine without a car. Good riddance.
I’m a bad driver too but don’t have much of a choice if I want a job. I have a phobia of driving but I have to. I almost always drink some caffeine in the morning to negate the meds
I’m a pretty good driver; I’ve been in two accidents, both in 2012.
I drive a ton. The college is 55 miles from my apartment. The pharmacy I work at now is only maybe six miles away, just in a different part of the city, though my former side job was 30 miles away.
In a year of owning my car I put 25k miles on it, too damn many. I expect I’ll drive much less than that in my second year owning it.
Come to think of it, I drove myself to the hospital during my second psychotic break; I thought my family was hunting me down, and I figured the hospital was a safe place to be (I thought the cops were in on my family’s plot). Yeah, that was dangerous; I was terribly freaked out the whole way there.
I read somewhere (but have been unable to verify) that if you have been sectioned under the uk mental health act technically your licence is automatically revoked for 3 months. And insurance would be null and void.
I used to be able to drive but looking back I was lucky I never had an accident.
