I masked for years, unintentionally because I didn't know I was autistic until I was 48. I had a very successful career as a lawyer and was very good at my job. I also drank myself stupid at the end of each day because the stress and sheer exhaustion of playing the role of "Work Me" was too much to bear. Once I was diagnosed, I walked away (I was financially able to do so) and now refuse to mask. I don't feel comfortable in social situations, and the very thought of having to attend an appointment will render me sleepless for days. Now, I do what I can and the hell with the rest of it. I also got a dog and find that taking him out and interacting with others socially through him is much more comfortable. I can exchange the socially accepted pleasantries and move on.