Including someone just yesterday who said they’ve STOPPED SEEING THEIR PSYCHOLOGIST and are ONLY USING CHATGPT for therapy now.

This shit is genuinely dangerous. “AI” therapy got me feeling like a-guy bro fr.

Deteriorating material conditions + expensive mental healthcare options + LLMs that recommend tall bridges to suicidal people, what a fucking great recipe

That’s without even getting into the privacy concerns of telling your deepest feelings and secrets to a fucking chatbot that literally builds a profile on you. Someone else said to me recently that they basically use chatgpt to journal so it knows everything about them and their friends and god knows what else. So yeh, take comfort in the fact that even if you’ve never interacted with this dogshit, it could probably still have a deep profile on you because one of your dumbass friends decided to use it as a diary because LLMs just agree with everything you say and are very validating.

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    10 days ago

    I almost posted this yesterday but didn’t really want to think about it too hard: https://archive.is/gROS5

    The author describes how ChatGPT helped her open up about an epilepsy diagnosis and strengthen her relationships. Superficially it seems fine, but there’s so much to unpack, and the more you do the worse it gets. ChatGPT’s responses as quoted in the article were generic “and how does that make you feel” follow-ups. For them to have been revelatory, the author must’ve had zero similar interactions with the people close to her, either because she has thoroughly internalized the idea that we cannot talk about our feelings without being judged or the people around her were so oblivious that she needed to essentially confront them with her lived reality to get a reaction. Or a combination of the two. But I don’t know how you go through that and reach the conclusion wow, ChatGPT is actually good for therapy instead of wow our social relations are so messed up I needed a computer to give me the courage to open up about a medical diagnosis to my own husband