Personally, I grew up on a single parent home, where I saw my mom get destroyed by her office work. The lack of unions, no external help and general misoginy, made her get super depressed, and became an alcoholic.
In my teenage years I was almost lured by the manosphere communities, but got helped by a group of close friends that were left leaning. Most of them were anarchist, so I started with that.
Slowly but surely, I started to understand how sick this system is, and it made me furious, but I never found a way to show my ideas. No political party represented my ideas, and I fell deeper in the anarchist rabbit hole.
Yes, I was a hardcore anarkiddie, but I bite me back.
When I needed them the most, they turned their backs on me, and fell into deep depression.
And in seeking psychological help, my counselor recommended me going back to my roots. So I went back to videogames, japanese culture and most importantly, read again after years The Communist Manifesto.
I still don't know how to position myself in the left, but I know that I'm a Marxist, and that I want change.
Stay safe, comrades.
Their grandmas spent countless hours knitting those for them so they could be warm and fashionable. Take that back immediately, they look cool as shit.
They are cool as shit but aren't grandma's balaclavas also identifiable as shit? Unless they're exchanging them every so often it might well defeat the purpose.
Although if the bourgeois dictatorship wants to find you given enough time they're going to find you, so the question may be moot.