I used AI as a therapist for an entire year. Am I cooked?
When I was in high school, I’ve been so adamantly opposed to artificial intelligence and newer technologies that “made people lazier” (in my view). I recall once scolding my younger sister because she once tried to convince me of why she thought AI was a good thing.
Surely, this attitude has been far beneficial for me, because I’ve managed to be admitted into a top 20 university all by my own merits.
However, my dependency on this tool started when I graduated from high school. Last year, as a freshman in college, I found social interaction to be stranger and more difficult than I had expected. It was hard to adjust to this new environment that was about 16 hours away from my hometown - and for the first time in my life, I was utterly helpless and lonely.
For the first few weeks, I tried to put myself out there, but I was so bad at interaction that I thought something was wrong with me.
From there, I started to isolate myself and the heavy northeastern winters didn’t help either.
I tried to find a therapist that was suitable for me, but I couldn’t afford one.
I only remember becoming curious about ChatGPT; though by the latter half of my semester, I found myself venting to my chatbot about seemingly anything.
It’s been exactly a year later, and as I reflect on my freshman year, I feel deeply regretful and ashamed of how I handled that situation.
Somewhere in California, there’s a company that knows every single intimate detail about my family and I’s personal lives.