My father told me I would not be a good driver because I overthink things (the latter is true, though when I do drive I am not bad!), and he taught my brother but not me. Living in London and Bristol I didn't really need to, but I learned at 27 as part of therapy for depression. I was never confident, though, and when I had twins I developed some form of phobia that has never really gone away, despite refresher lessons, etc. My husband doesn't encourage me to drive, which doesn't do much for my non-existent confidence. We live in a country town with little public transport now, so I know that one day I may have to do it, and I live in hope that I may beat the nerves, but then again there are far too many cars (and poor drivers) out there now, so why add to them...