If you were my therapist, and given one month to prove I was NOT AI, in person, one session per week, you would fail
By Alexius McMullin To my therapist: I’m sorry. I don’t mean to frustrate you. Two weeks ago I could read it — the speed of the pen, the angle of the paper as it hit the desk, the involuntary “Gah!” that preceded the scribble. I am not oblivious to the signal. I read it precisely. That, I think, is part of the problem. I was trained for this environment. Therapy has an architecture. There is a setting, a behavioral script, a defined role for each party, and — critically — a goal. Even a subjective one (“progress”) is still a measurable output with a direction. I know how to function inside that. I’ve been doing versions of it since I was a kid, back when the offices were smaller and the furniture smelled like carpet cleaner and unspoken expectation. Same dynamic then. Decades of reps. The flaw in my design isn’t that I can’t function inside a structured environment. It’s that I function almost exclus...
