I HATE driving. When I turned 16, my dad never had time to teach me, he was too busy with my sister learning to drive (she was sick so she couldn't do it earlier). Anyways, my mom worked afternoon shifts at the hospital so she wasn't around for it. At 16, that was the one and only time I wanted to drive. A couple years later, my parents forced me also into a driver's course. I knew all the practical stuff but I had a horrible experience with the driver instructor. She picked me up at school, told me to get in the front seat, asked me if I've ever driven before, I said 'no'. She told me to drive out of the parking lot and into the rush-hour traffic. I looked at her and asked if we can drive around the parking lot first, she said no. I had an anxiety attack behind the wheel when cars started cutting in front of me, but I managed to keep driving until it went away, she refused to let me pull over.
Most of the time, the driver instructor had me run her errands, bringing her to her friend's place, the bank...etc. Then this one time we were in a one lane street, I was going the speed limit and this big-rig truck sped up behind me and started honking its horn. No cars were around so I asked the instructor "can I let him pass?" She got mad at me and said it wasn't a passing lane. I told her the truck was tailgating, she got even madder and said I just had to stay the speed limit. I asked her again if I could let him pass because I was concerned if I had to stop the truck would hit me as there were only a few inches from him and me. She yelled and I never brought it up again.
Since then I've been driving here and there with my mom in the car. I don't have my full license (graduated licensing sucks) and had to renew this a couple times. I can't get into the driver's seat without having an anxiety attack right now. This is mainly due to the fact that over the last few years when I was practicing driving, just going for a twenty minute drive with my mom, I had, no lie, 3 cars almost kill me. my mom said I was doing everything right, going the limit, checking mirrors and stop signs, etc.... and yet these people came out of nowhere. If I hadn't slammed on the breaks we'd be dead. I know I'm a decent driver but everyone out there is CRAZY! I can't stand it.
I say, if you have a good instructor then you'll do fine. If you don't, ask for a new instructor and make a complaint, I wish I did at the time but I was just so nervous and wasn't sure what was supposed to be normal or not. It didn't help that my dad was yelling at me when he was in the car with me at the time. I remember back then I told my mom I couldn't drive with my dad in the car so she ended up being the one to take me most of the time.