Hattie64 - that is almost exactly my driving experience. Forced into it at 37 when expecting my youngest, managed to pass the test third attempt, hated driving and each trip exhausted me as I had no natural ability so I was forever watching my road position, speed, mirror etc. I had poor night vision and could never work out where the side of the road was. I planned my routes so that there was never a right turn without a green arrow, and I always parked where I could drive in and drive out without reversing, even if it meant a longer walk. Reverse parking? Forget it: I never did it as on the test I actually passed, the tester couldn't find a suitable place, so I said "Bugger, that as the only thing I got right last time" This was a complete lie, delivered out of desperation, but he believed me, or at least, he wanted an excuse for it to be over.. I once went to a place I'd never been before and made a lot of mistakes. Then I found out that every time I drove my blood pressure, already controlled by medication, would shoot up. Well, I didn't want to risk a stroke, did I? So I gave it up. I renewed my licence when it came up for a while, then I stopped.
Anyway, I now live near the suburban rail, so can go most places I want to go, and my husband drives of course, and is more than happy for me NOT to drive.....