For me, driving is one of my ways to relax. I love driving. In fact, there are so many things that I love just because they are either ‘safe places’ or ‘safe processes’ or safe memories. The car was the visible vehicle that always brought me to safety when I was a child. There was only one time in my life that it brought me to a trauma, but I got past that. I learned that having wheels can be a huge thing when it comes to a disability.
You might not understand it but my car is kind of like a wheelchair, in a way. I get so many panic attacks in public transportation, (quiet ones), that the car makes a huge difference in my life. I get inside the car, shut the door and I immediately feel quite comfortable.
And sometimes I get the best pictures right from my comfortable seat.