As a 38 year of PWS I might say it is the ultimate disability. I used to be a taxi driver. And I would encounter people with all manner of life's horrors. And when they realized the trouble I was in, I could swear I could see a twinkle in their eye, thinking, at least I'm not that fucked. Now of course I am a humble mop swinger who works in solitude, with comedy podcasts to avoid thoughts of the horror... the horror...