To take stock: masking is a very tiring thing, and we autistic people feel, for the most part, that we’re forced into it by a society who cannot accept us for who we are. It’s impossible to sustain forever, however, so there has to come a point where we drop the mask. And what inevitably happens when we do this? The answer is as predictable as it is depressing: we’re immediately reminded why we put it on in the first place.
