Today during driving lesson instructor told me that it was very
annoying to always hear from me that I didn't know why I had done
something wrong. At first, I didn't understand his point, but
finally, he explained that the idea was to comprehend what exactly
caused me to make a mistake to learn from it and not to do it again
in future.
The instructor was particularly disappointed by my apparent
unwillingness to say what went wrong. The interesting fact, however,
was that I really didn't know what was happening to me. I always had
difficulties in describing my senses or even consciously feeling
anything. Being together with my body is still hard work for me,
although I do it much better than many years ago. I'm happy that
driving can help me become more whole and, in a sense, saner.
