"What is it like to live as a pwHPD?"
While I can not possibly speak for everyone living with HPD, I can give some insight on MY experiences:
It's like Carnival, with a splash of ecstasy and coke. Until something/someone attempts to shut the party down, then it's like the Zombie Apocalypse.
I tend to have a very limited range of emotions to include "happy and happier." Anything/anyone that/who attempts to move me beyond this range, will be discarded. So far, I only seem to have made allowances for a very few people and my children.
So, yeah...




