A few years ago I went to speech therapy, again. And again I heard that it doesn't matter that I stutter. That people who love me don't care if I stutter. That I don't have to be ashamed for my stutter. You know it all.... And I heard it, but it didn't get to me. My brain knew it, but my heart didn't follow. For years I had periods that I care less about my stutter. Followed by a period that I hate it, that I don't wanna know about my stutter. But half a year ago I stay in that positive mood. Strange but true. Why? I really don't know, it happened. I also read the book of Katherine Preston, 'Out with it'. And that also helped me to change my outlook on it. A very good book. I pushed myself to think that 'It doesn't matter', 'People who love me don't care that I stutter', 'And people who do care? I think it's their problem.' And I know for sure that I will come in situations that I don't like it that I stutter, that I hate it. But we shall see. I think I can handle that much better now. I also learned to stay in touch with the listener when I stutter. It doesn't always work, but with people who I see a lot, I can held eye--contact when I block. And that feels good. I'm a litlle in control. I also see their reaction, and believe me, most of the time there isn't one. And if people lift their eyebrow? So what? I know that this is my way of speaking.