I'm 31 and have mild athetoid CP that mainly affects my hands. My CP actually wasn't diagnosed until I was 28, so I learned to drive before I was diagnosed. What's funny was my driving teacher told me he'd recently taught a guy with CP to drive and I remember thinking that would be useful teaching me. . .
Everyone else learned to drive when they were 16 in my class. I had a panic attack every time I thought about driving. I threatened to get a horse and buggy. I was teased by classmates for not wanting my learners permit. I would have these nightmares where I would be learning to drive in a parking lot, mistake the gas for the brake and then there'd be a tree sticking out of the car.
When I was 18 my grandmother begged me to drive her car up and down the driveway and I again refused. She finally said - but you can drive the tractor! I explained how it had a picture of a turtle and a pic of a rabbit, so there weren't two pedals to confuse. She got paper, wrote signs saying 'gas" and "brake" and taped them to the dashboard. That problem solved I at least drove the car up and down the driveway. I kept the signs up for weeks though.
My mom taught me to drive in parking lots and then slow streets near home. I then had a few professional driving lessons (with the guy I mentioned earlier) and got my liscence. Which was lucky because my first job out of college i had to drive to get to work. I was 21.
For awhile I lived in a cicty and took the bus and subway everywehre. NOw i have to drive to get to work again. It is safe to say I hate driving. Driving in big cities terrifies me. Driving on highways at night terrifies me. Driving anywhere unfamilar at night scares me.
My biggest problem is that i get lost a lot. I mean a lot. I have veyr poor sense of direction. The first time my mom took me out we realized I didn't know which way to turn down our driveway torwards my high school. I had attened that school daily for 5 years! I used to have little index cards with directions to eveywhere. Even the gas station right down the street.
Last month I bought myself a GPS. It makes direction decisions for me. So if I miss a turn I don't have to then find a place to pull over - anxiety-producing in itself - and consult a map I have trouble reading.
I drive because I have to. I think I do it safely. I loathe it. It scares me. But overall - I think I was more independant and capable when I was living in a big city wtih good public transportation. . .