Ok so lady arrived. I got in the car, strapped myself in, adjusted mirrors and seat and started the car. Pulled away and drove off in just short of a whistle.
Driving lady is looking at me with confidence. Everything is swell.
"I don't know what you're so scared of, you're doing great" she said. I ignore her because there's a turn coming up with my name on it. A car passes by. No hassle, it's just a car. Another car comes. We're approaching the main road. I freeze.
Suddenly she's shouting sequences at me "BREAK, clutch, handbrake... stop!". Right.
All sequences go out the window when I'm stressed.
I go over the main road, up a hill. Huge police kombi van thingy behind me.
"I can't do this"
"You can, it's fine"
"No really, I'm going to crash in to that van and then you won't like me very much"
"Just go"
"No"
"Let go of your clutch"
"No I'm getting out"
"SEQUENCE"
I let go of my handbrake
"What are you doing?"
"I dunno man, I'm freaking the f*ck out"
Cop van is now looking rather impatient and might arrest me for wasting his time
"OK tell me the sequence again!"
"Clutch, petrol, handbrake, petrol"
Off I went.
Exit main road and I'm all whistles again. Driver lady is looking a bit freaked out.
Back in suburbia and I'm a pro again.
She has decided that my fears are psychological as I can clearly drive as long as there are no cars around. Which is going to be a problem, eventually, of course.
"What are you scared of?"
"I don't freaking know. Crashing I guess"
But I never stalled or crashed or even rolled back or anything.
So now we have a system. Whenever I'm scared, she is going to shout "SEQUENCE" in my panic-stricken face to try get me out of the hissy fit I am throwing.
Should be fine.