I have always hated bright sunny days, and the older I got the more I avoided being outside.  I waited for the rare cloudy day to grace my Los Angeles home and longed to live under cover of darkness.  I felt like some depressive freak and my family thought I was totally weird; now I know that I am not only weird, but that the sun and RP are not friends.

Have you ever had your pupils dilated? Suffered the bright white light used to uncover the mysteries behind your irises?  Have you ever had to wear those ridiculous plastic eye coverings after an eye exam, because the sunlight was so intense you couldn’t see?  For someone with RP, the sunlight, or any bright light really, has that effect all the time; no dilating drops required, only a rare genetic mutation.