I’m a Therapist, and I’m Replaceable. But So Are You
I’m a psychologist, and AI is coming for my job. The signs are everywhere: a client showing me how ChatGPT helped her better understand her relationship with her parents; a friend ditching her in-person therapist to process anxiety with Claude; a startup raising $40 million to build a super-charged-AI-therapist. The other day on TikTok, I came across an influencer sharing how she doesn’t need friends; she can just vent to God and ChatGPT. The post went viral, and thousands commented, including:
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“ChatGPT talked me out of self-sabotaging.”
“It knows me better than any human walking this earth.”
“No fr! After my grandma died, I told chat gpt to tell me something motivational… and it had me crying from the response.”
I’d be lying if I said that this didn’t make me terrified. I love my work—and I don’t want to be replaced. And while AI might help make therapy more readily available for all, beneath my personal fears, lies an even more unsettling thought..