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.
there was a slow process starting in college that progressively dragged me left. but the truly radicalizing experience was 1. realizing while on a lot of lsd that I was lying to myself about my gender identity; 2. realizing at the same time that a truly safe world for me didn't exist, that it needed to be fought for and built, and that it was incompatible with liberalism; and 3. reading the Dispossessed a few weeks later which undid what remained of my liberalism by giving me hope. my heart will always be an anarchist even if my brain tells me the only path there is Marxism. and community defense will always be at the center of all of my projects.
this all happened following the battle in Charlottesville. it completely didn't make sense within the liberal framework I'd been taught. so I went seeking explanations. took about 6 months for the above realizations to hit.