If you've been in a car with me, you know that I have travel anxiety. I avoid driving if I have to. As I type I'm dreading a trip I have to make tomorrow to LaGuardia airport to pick up my aunt. My anxiety has extended to trains and planes as well. The only way I can explain is to constantly think something is going to go horribly wrong whenever I'm in a car, train or plane. I once stood for hours on a flight from Amsterdam to New York because I literally couldn't bear to sit with my anxiety. But I digress...
So one day (over ten years ago) I drove to my friend's house 15 minutes away. I was feeling pretty good and playing one of my favorite songs "Diamond in the Ruff" by Jaheim. I might have been enjoying it too much because as I pulled up to park *Boom* I hit the car in front of me. What turned out to be barely a tap, because of my anxiety, felt like a car crash. I rushed inside my friend's house worried that I would have to pay for the accident and also just felt fearful.
Later, my friends thought it would be funny to play a practical joke. The told me that the neighbor saw her car and rang the door hysterical and demanding to speak to me. They were able to calm her down and thwart her efforts of beating the crap out of me, so I thought. As they told me this I fell to the floor. I may have even gone in the fetal position, lol. I don't know why I was so scared.
Later, my friends told me that it was all a joke. The owner of the car never came by. In fact she hadn't even noticed. But looking back I realized how dramatic my reaction was. As a matter of fact my friend told me the owner was a horrible driver. She watched the neighbor a few times fumble parallel parking. Maybe she had some travel anxiety too.