I don’t think I’ve ever really “grieved” about it.
But I don’t think anyone’s ever tried to make me feel that’s what I’m supposed to be doing.
I feel a bit sad and frustrated sometimes that things that used to be easy now seem like an assault course, but I’m not sure that’s really grieving.
I think subconsciously (I guess you’re not going to like that term either) I’d already recognised I was ill for some time before diagnosis, so when it was formally confirmed, it was more a case of: “So that’s why!” rather than really being shocked. I’d never actually guessed my illness was MS, but the light had certainly been beginning to dawn I wasn’t well.
My reaction was something along the lines of: “Oh well, I’m sure I’ve had it years, but now I know!” I’m not saying it was welcome news, but welcome in the sense of not being mad, and explaining a lot of things.