1, 2, 3. SHIT. THAT'S MY OCD.
AM•UART
Gilded Balloon Patter House
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I really need to touch that 3 times. 1, 2, 3. F*ck. Did anyone see that? In a world full of ugliness, desperation and people touching you with dirty hands, a young girl tries to hide her OCD symptoms, but it's in her DNA and the world starts noticing. But relax. It's a comedy. Fine, tragicomedy. A monologue full of 1,2,3's, changing from verse to prose focused on the PTSD of sexual abuse, which worsened the girl's OCD and developed it to a place where she didn't feel "normal".