On Friday, Mr. Squigglekins told me that when I backed up I nearly hit his neighbor. Fortunately, his neighbor saw and avoided hitting me. The same day I saw a homeless man holding an “I’m Hungry Sign,” and I was so focused on him that I drove my car over a cement planter. A passerby saw and I felt mortified.
Situations like these trigger my OCD, it makes me question if I’m a good driver and if I have to go back to driving school. It brings up bad memories of “friends” telling me that I’m a bad driver and that they would rather drive because they don’t trust me.
It gets me worried because one of my jobs involves driving children, and that’s a huge responsibility. I take as many precautions as I can when I drive them so they are as safe as possible. They include looking both ways when I’m at a light and making sure everyone is wearing seat belts. I still have these anxieties because if something happens to them, then I’m in deep water.
I Shouldn’t Worry About Hitting People
Mr. Squigglekins tells me that I have insurance and that I shouldn’t worry. Also, the majority of people go out of their way to avoid accidents because of its such a hassle for both parties. But the thing is I’ve bumped into cars before and I don’t want to get in trouble or be seen as incompetent.
I’ve thought of placing sticky notes in the car to remind me to look more often in the rear view mirror and to check my blind spots to make sure I’m not going to hit anything or anyone. The downside is that the sticky notes will likely fall off and litter my car floor.
Meh, has anyone had anxieties like these, or am I the only one?