I was writing a journal entry to T, since we have been identifying parts/states more, to describe how states feel about the topic of my needs toward him. Anyway, I had this sense of resistance come over me about not wanting to have to admit my needs, to have only some of them met, to surrender the others, to mourn and grieve. Like, a lot of, "No, you can't make me!" Then, suddenly, in my head, I'm singing:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jdok71_lM5w

I watched the musical on TV a couple of times with my grandma as a kid.

Lyrics that stood out to me:

quote:

‘Cause growing up is awfuler
Than all the awful things that ever were
I’ll never grow up, never grow up,
Never grow up, no sir!
...
We won’t grow up.
We will never grow a day.
And if someone tries to make us,
We will simply run away.

This should make me smile (good memories of my grandma, cute that inner kid is singing to a funny song), but I am crying a little about the way I'm relating to these words right now.