One time, I asked my sister if she would be friends with me if we weren’t siblings. She stared at me, for a hurtful amount of time, and said: ‘I’d be coworkers with you.’”
Obsessive, Compulsive, I’m Fine is a one-person play that explores the comprehensive history, evolutionary theory, and unique experience of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Tragic and hilarious, painful and generative, silly and important, the play combines stand-up comedy, dance, song, and sketch to effectively illustrate the full breadth of OCD.
OCIF highlights a universal human truth: we all have bad thoughts. Similar to an Imagine Dragons song, bad thoughts fester in the minds of those with OCD, absorbing their energy, hope, and oftentimes, girlhood. This is a play for everyone with OCD, but specifically those who are entitled to the financial compensation of their girlhood. This play is that class-action lawsuit against life, and is a generative handbook on how to find the girl inside you who was lost to OCD.
In addition to stand-up, dance, song, and sketch, OCIF uses a soundscape that immerses the audience into the minds of an OCD haver. The play also uses projection/video in conjunction with sound to artfully submerge the audience into the world of OCD. Think: an escape room but the room is obsessive rumination and the minimum wage employee giving you hints on how to get out is me!
The play breaks down each subtype of OCD, including contamination OCD, religious OCD, relationship OCD, etc. It touches on the subjects many are too afraid to talk about in therapy, in the hopes that the audience members who need to see it may recognize that they are not in fact the demon spawn of evil incarnate, but a victim of a terrible illness. OCD is an ego dystonic disorder that hijacks the psyche; it envelops you in debilitating guilt and heavy shame. This play will come to those struggling like a warm hug, like hope, like baptism from sin that was never their fault.
There is a massive absence in the world of arts and media that Obsessive Compulsive I’m Fine dares to fill. Aggressively vulnerable and painfully hopeful, OCIF imagines a world in which the taboo nature of OCD is a distant memory.