All my life. Funnily enough, I took it much worse earlier on because there was enough awfulness in my birth religion to put me off it, but because it was my birth religion a big part of me still believed in it. So, that's the part that would rear its ugly head when the "you gonna go to Hell!" stuff started.
Years later, I got in touch with some no-name, no-mythology patron that not even pagans would believe in, and the same tirade coming at me just became a lot of noise. The person ranting at me couldn't possibly know what they were talking about because I didn't even know what they were talking about!
Fortunately, I had gathered just enough to move out, so... I literally no longer "have to" put up with this ignorance from family, or within a circle of so-called friends, but casual hostility in the workplace is another matter when the dominant religion still holds so much cultural clout.