Haha, It didn't ;) How I learned to accept it? Don't know... sound strange?!?! Also for me. When I was around my 40s all what people sad through my whole life I began to believe. That I don't have to care what other people think. That the people who love me don't care if I stutter or not. That it's me, that my stutter belongs to me. And all of that, you know I think. My husband told me this also for 20 years... but it didn't land in my heart... Till then. And I really don't know how and why, but it happened. The strange thing is that my stutter gets worse. Maybe because I don't substitude words almost anymore. (sometimes, but really not much) But I care less about it. Okay, it frustrates me sometimes to be true, but I think that's normal. (and strange to 'talk' with someone from the same country in English, funny, haha)