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BIG EDIT: You people do realize I went WITH her on public transport, right? That was never the problem - THE DRIVING was the problem.

Edit: Apparently I'm the AH because driving makes me want to end my life.

Edit 2: I already go to therapy for being quasi-selectively mute or agoraphobic (officially diagnosed with "social phobia", but I think that's a blanket diagnosis).

One of the symptoms of Agoraphobia is reluctance to drive - which was interesting to find out a few months ago and might be it.

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Ever since I [M29] started my driving lessons at 16, I loathe driving.

I always told everyone that I hate driving. I drive only when I'm in a VERY good mood - when I'm okay with sacrificing some of my well-being to help someone.

I was a truck driver in the army for 3 years, hated every day.

I had 2 clashes recently, one with my best friend's birthday, where the group instantly had the expectation that I'd be driving everyone, though I never made that deal and wasn't made aware - they did know I was free and had no excuse not to drive, but I still refused to drive because I hate it that much - we all took a bus.

Today, my sister had eye surgery. She needed someone with her at the surgery to drive her there and back, and I reluctantly agreed - because I was prepared and in a decent mood, and though I should've known, there's also a review of her surgery tomorrow - but she said she can take a bus, to which I was relieved.

I live in Israel, so it's war time, and my dad is livid - to be honest, I'd rather get hit by a rocket than drive again, but he's absolutely furious with me - Yes, I understand it's war time, but one of these days I'll drive off a cliff as I'm tired of feeling like I owe everyone help.

If surrendering my license was viable, didn't affect job prospects, didn't hurt my social standing, and (non-existing) dating life, I'd probably do it. I barely ever use the car - the license is still here because A. Emergencies. B. Allows me to tell people who keep pestering me to "get a license" (since they never see me with a car) to **** off, I do have one.

TL:DR I'd rather commit myself to a mental hospital than drive.

AITA?

Edit:

You people do realize I took public transport WITH her, right? She didn't go alone (and again, doctors allowed her to go to the shopping center ON THE SAME DAY - she isn't blind, just recovering, it's a very easy surgery and your eyes stay functional - you just need to wear sunglasses and put drops 4 times a day. Unpleasant but not fatal, I had the same surgery and my sister called me a paranoid the entire way because I kept telling her "don't tense the eyes, close them while on the bus, let them recover" - because that's how I treated my own.