At some point, when I was still a child, I realized that it's not that I minded my stutter. At its worst, and I mean at its "this is paralyzing, I can't place a Starbucks order or pick up the phone at work", it still came down to how others perceived me. Even when I struggled that hard to speak, it wasn't about the struggle itself. That was an inconvenience, but I knew that I could take a deep breath and do it right. It's just that it comes across really weird to people and I'm self conscious enough as it is. But, once I realized that most of my pain and shame stemmed from a childhood and early adulthood of ridicule, and not that I actually hated my stutter itself, it became easier to start making peace with it. But especially my childhood, was hellish over it. These days, if I do have such issues (if my stutter suddenly paralyzes me) I tend to take a pause and slowly say "I'm sorry, I have a slight stutter, let me try that again". This breaks the awkwardness for the other person, we both laugh, and I can say what I need to say. It helps that everyone around me is so accepting now. The fact that they make it a non-issue when I stutter also helped me stutter less. No one bats an eye. Most of us who "made peace" with our stuttering ended up in a situation where our environment became less toxic to it, IMO. But I'm just guessing.