A sort of direct quote from Cars 3. It has stuck with me and, certainly more recently, it has gotten me thinking.
I would say that I mask almost all the time and have done for at least half of my life (I'm 26). I had friends, all of whom I've now lost (they've not died, I screwed up and we've been cut off) but it's only now that I'm beginning to realise how much they liked, valued and appreciated me.
I'm a people pleaser myself but I imagine even the most chronic people pleaser would probably draw the line at travelling 100 miles to see someone they're at best indifferent towards. I say that, when I was 22 I went to France with someone I went to school with who was one of my bullies - yes, it was 6 years afterwards but I never addressed the hurt. The trip was okay but I didn't really enjoy it. Having said that, he didn't live that far away from me and I never went there on my own.
Part of me feels like the friends I had liked me for who I actually was, not who I was perhaps trying to be, and I (regrettably) didn't appreciate that enough. The other part of me feels like they wouldn't have seen through this version of myself I was trying to present.
I would always talk about how I feel my voice is monotone and the way I come across when speaking is too awkward and rigid but they would always dispute that.
It's different with my family who are from a culture that doesn't make light work of trying to understand autistic people (or indeed, anyone different to them).