I didn't drive because my mom never drove - I'm sure I inherited it from her. My aunts didn't drive either . I guess in that era the husbands schlepped them around and they were passengers. We were two blocks from one major bus route, and half a block from another. My mom never used the bus. I do recall once in a blue moon, riding in a cab to the doctor. Otherwise her brother drove us. When I was 12 an uncle gave us his '47 chevy - my dad was a self taught driver - we were white knuckle passengers - it worked out okay. They didn't have seat belts in the day, my aunt used to hold me on her lap in the front seat. Luckily no mishaps, I would have been her airbag and I was a tiny, scrawny thing.
Much later we found out my mom had panic attacks and agoraphobia and so did I, so that probably caused a lot of "not doing" thing.
Much later we found out my mom had panic attacks and agoraphobia and so did I, so that probably caused a lot of "not doing" thing.