The day I accepted the bouncer was the day I went from being a flaky tail-ender to beginning my journey to becoming a test batsman.
Accepted is not quite the right term, because I always accepted it was omnipresent in the game. But at the risk of sounding inappropriate in the current emotional environment, the day I headed towards batting success was the day I hardened up.
The confrontation between a batsman and bowlers is as much physical as skill-based. The bowler is looking to confront the batsman physically and, in doing so, mentally intimidate. As a batsman, you are trying to resist and, if good enough, intimidate the bowler into self-doubt.
If you can't suppress the ever-present threat of physical harm, then the bowler will most likely force you into a submissive position at the crease.
At this point, it's not the bouncer that's your issue, it's any ball. That was me during the tail-ender years. I was the scaredy cat. I was the possum trapped in the headlights and I was an easy wicket.