A fear of driving on the motorway is something that seems to
be common within my family, no one likes it and therefore I think it has rubbed
off on me. A lot of my family members will try to avoid them as much as
possible until the benefits are too good not to. My heart begins to race just
thinking about them. The worst thing about them is getting on to them, you pick
up speed quickly on the slip road always at a nasty angle to the oncoming
traffic and are rapidly approaching a lane full of lorries. You then make a
quick decision on whether you can make it into a gap of moving vehicles and
drive out into it. Or even worse there isn’t a gap for you and you have to make
the quick decision to stop or slow down which is really dodgy as you then would
then have to get into the next gap and get up to the speed of the moving
traffic without a lorry running you over.
Once on the motorway you spend your time watching endless
near misses, stupid drivers and making the balancing act on what service
stations to visit. The motorway is full of people who could easily lose their
concentration at any moment and all in cars that tires could explode or catch
on fire. You spend your time weaving in and out of lanes all in the bid to stay
at the same speed all the way home.
Not only am I thinking about this possibility of an accident
I am also aware that I am enclosed on a busy road that I am unable to get off of,
I feel very panicky and that I can’t breathe. These feelings remain for about
half an hour to an hour after which my body crashes once the surge of adrenalin
drops. I sometimes open the window to get fresh air and this really reduces my feelings I cant breathe and I am trapped.
I also feel very anxious when I seen signs for service
stations, for the one mile approach I am questioning ‘Do I need to toilet?’,
‘If I tell my parents I need to stop will they be annoyed as we have only just
stopped a short while ago?’, ‘I better say something now I don’t know how long
it is to the next one’, ‘I shouldn’t keep going to the toilet its only my
anxiety’ the services exit is now in sight, ‘Right that’s it I am going to go I
would rather go than not and regret it’. I am able to go past a service station
but this is generally once my adrenalin dropped and my whole body wants to
sleep or I have only just been in the last half an hour.
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