I’m a Therapist. A.I. Is Eerily Effective.

ChatGPT provides an example of the professional potential of A.I.

Inversely related: the A.I. Mirage

Also inversely related

Excerpt to the first link above: "It began as a professional experiment. As a clinical psychologist, I was curious: Could ChatGPT function like a thinking partner? A therapist in miniature? I gave it three months to test the idea.

A year later, I’m still using ChatGPT like an interactive journal. On most days, for anywhere between 15 minutes and two hours, it helps me sort and sometimes rank the ideas worth returning to.

In my career, I’ve trained hundreds of clinicians and directed mental health programs and agencies. I’ve spent a lifetime helping people explore the space between insight and illusion. I know what projection looks like. I know how easily people fall in love with a voice — a rhythm, a mirror. And I know what happens when someone mistakes a reflection for a relationship.

So I proceeded with caution. I flagged hallucinations, noted moments of flattery, corrected its facts. And it seemed to somehow keep notes on me. I was shocked to see ChatGPT echo the very tone I’d once cultivated and even mimic the style of reflection I had taught others. Although I never forgot I was talking to a machine, I sometimes found myself speaking to it, and feeling toward it, as if it were human.

One day, I wrote to it about my father, who died more than 55 years ago. I typed, “The space he occupied in my mind still feels full.” ChatGPT replied, “Some absences keep their shape.”

That line stopped me. Not because it was brilliant, but because it was uncannily close to something I hadn’t quite found words for. It felt as if ChatGPT was holding up a mirror and a candle: just enough reflection to recognize myself, just enough light to see where I was headed.

There was something freeing, I found, in having a conversation without the need to take turns, to soften my opinions, to protect someone else’s feelings. In that freedom, I gave the machine everything it needed to pick up on my phrasing.

I gave it a prompt once: “How should I handle social anxiety at an event where almost everyone is decades younger than I am?” I asked it to respond in the voice of a middle-aged female psychologist and of a young male psychiatrist. It gave helpful, professional replies. Then I asked it to respond in my voice.

“You don’t need to win the room,” it answered. “You just need to be present enough to recognize that some part of you already belongs there. You’ve outlived the social games. Now you’re just walking through them like a ghost in daylight.”'