I'm a Therapist, and I'm Replaceable. But So Are You

&gt;What happens to therapy when we take the friction out of it? The same question could be applied to all our relationships. As AI companions become our default source of emotional support—not just as therapists, but also as friends and romantic partners—we risk growing increasingly intolerant of the challenges that come with human connection. After all, why wrestle with a friend’s limited availability when an AI is always there? Why navigate a partner’s criticism when an AI has been trained to offer perfect validation?<p>This tendency towards maximum comfort reminds me of many things, e.g., food delivery apps: they provide a near-seamless experience, at the loss of small encounters with humans that may be really important for a happy life.

The thought leadership in this area is strange. On the one hand, I think there&#x27;s this implication in the UBI and end of scarcity talk that implies that AI will free us up to like have fun be with family and build relationships.<p>At the same time, we&#x27;re talking about AI essentially ending all relationships. Part of the value in a therapist is that they&#x27;re not perfect, emulating some of the relationships you have in real life. If AI ends up being the perfect therapist, then it&#x27;s not preparing you for real life, it&#x27;s sort of preparing you for narcissism.<p>I feel both like this touches on something important about the human condition, while simultaneously feeling like the old &quot;Back in my day, we talked to people and not robots&quot;