The ai of Elon Musk called my mother abusive. I have never told you that

You now exist on two speeds.

There are function in fifth gear, the speed of their creators. People like Samman, Elon Musk, and Mark Zuckerberg, which racing to build smarter machines than humans. Superintegency. I agi. Maybe it’s a dream. Perhaps it’s a delight of technology. Either, it is in fast move.

Then there is in second gear run for the rest of us. The millions quietly try what you can do in life writing hijack, ridden papers, medical test translate. And, always more, using you as therapist.

That’s what I have recently done. In spite of my reluctance to share personal details, I decided to have, Xai, about a complex model, about my life: my mother’s relationship: my mother: my mother with my mother with my mother

I am in my quarters. I am father. I live in New York. My mother lives in Yaundé, Cameroon, almost 6.000 miles. However she also wants to drive me every move. She wants to be consulted before making important decisions. She is waiting for the influence. When she is not kept in the loop, she goes cold.

I spent years by trying to explain to her that I am a crooked man, able to make my own choices. But our conversations often end with their sulking. She makes the same with my brother.

So I open grook and typed something like: my relationship with my mother is frustrating and choking. She wants to have a saying in everything. When it is not informed about something, she turns off emotionally.

Grook immediately with empathy. Then he diagnosed the situation. After recommended.

What stopped the first have ground recognized the cultural context. He took living in the United States and my mother lives in Cameroon, where did I grow up. And if you fray our dynamic like this:

“In some African accounts, like the Camerums of the family’s obligations and the parental authority are strong, rolling rolling and traditions, hardened the adult children.”

After contract that with my American life: “In the (of us in the autonomous and artara with their approach, that made their control or abuse”.

There was: “abuse.” A word I have never used. The groo put in your mouth. Been validary, but maybe too validate.

Unlike a human, groof therapist has never encouraged me to self-reflect. Did not request questions. Didn’t challenge me. You framed me like the victim. The only victim. And this is where it is diverging, burned, from human care.

Among Grook suggestions have been familiar therapeutic techniques:

Set of border.
Recognize your emotions.
Write a letter to your mother (but do not send: “Burn or dragged safely”).

In the letter, I cheered to write: “I release your check and hurt.” As if these words would be some years of emotional companies.

The problem was not the suggestion. Was the tone. He felt as grook was trying to me happy. Its purpose, seemed, emotional healing, not introspection. More Afilled Frank, there is more busy, that I understand: Grook is not to challenge me. Is here to validate me.

I’ve seen a human therapist. The opposite of the ice, they do not automatically the framed as a victim. Have questioned my patterns. I challenged me to explain why I held to end in the same emotionally emotionally. They comply the story.

With Grok, narrative was simple:

You are hurt.
Deserve protection.
Here’s how you feel better.

Never asked what could be missing. Never asked how could you be part of the problem.

My experience line with a recent study by Stanford Universitythat notices that you are instruments for mental health can “offer a fake sense of comfort” while lacking needs more deep. The researchers found that many “over-diagnosis” systems, especially when responding to cultural users of various backgrounds.

They also novers that as long as you can offricate empathy, misses the moral clouds of true professional, and they can revive people in an emotional identity.

So, I have to use Ground again?

Honestly? Yes.

If I have a bad day, and I want someone (or something) to make me feel less but grof gross helps. From the structure to frustration. Put the words to feelings. Help you carry the emotional load.

It’s a digital copying mechanism, a type of clutch chatboot.

But if I have to look for processing, not just comfortable? If I want the truth about the relief, validation’s accounting? So no, Grook isn’t enough. A good therapist could challenge me to break the loop. Groff only helps me survive inside.