It’s not yet five in the morning. My four-month-old son, Erik, is asleep beside me, the house is quiet, and I’m sitting at my desk with a cup of coffee that has already gone cold.
I’ve been working on my book about narrative supervision, feminism and intersectionality. More specifically, I’ve been revisiting fragments of conversations with practitioners, following the questions that emerged between us and wondering what these exchanges might make visible about the politics of our therapeutic practices.
A few days earlier, I had joined a Meet the Author conversation organised by Dulwich Centre and the Evanston Family Therapy Center with narrative practitioners from different parts of the world. We were discussing artificial intelligence, human-washing, the politics of data, and the increasingly sophisticated ways in which machines are learning to speak the language of human-adjacent relationships. One concern had stayed with me: ‘the importance of remaining vigilant about whatever discourses AI delivers’ (thank you to Manja Visschedijk!).
That morning, the concern acquired a rather particular meaning. (περισσότερα…)
