For me, what started the process was realizing my stutter didn't actually, physically, hurt me. It was intensely embarrassing, but it wasn't killing me. So I figured I could deal with the embarrassment and just keep going because it wasn't going to really hurt me. From there it was several years of walking through the fire. I let myself get embarrassed, often had excruciating days at work, but always came home and said I'm alive, I survived, on to the next one. Eventually I've become numb to any embarrassment and tired of even thinking about it. My mind is in other places now. I still stutter but I've seen that movie a thousand times and there's nothing to dwell on there. Over that time I've come to love who I am and love that I stutter. I've seen the benefits in my life from it. Now I wouldn't trade who I am for anything.