TLDR: My fiancé used Hitler and math to convince me I shouldn't be chasing a career and I listened despite my conditioning.
-I'm hoping it's a phase, and that soon she'll wake up like you did.
the phase can only end if the proper conditions are met, otherwise she will continue this way for a long time. I was 27 when the redpill really absorbed and I rushed to get engaged and have a baby after that. The longer it takes for her to get it, the harder it will be for her to change.
I can understand her struggle, I often think I'm not cooking, cleaning or giving my kid the best enough to justify me not working, since we are in a bit of a money/time crunch right now. I want another kid but I cant until we have enough money. My guy has alot of potential to make alot of money and was working on it, before the scamdemic threw our life into chaos. Before him, I was a union graduate, certified to weld and handle pipe. I've worked as an apprentice on highly confidential projects, and some less confidential ones in the east, USA.
I was raised to be a feminist and thought there was something unequal about genders, so I wanted to go into a male dominated field to learn from men and see where the inequality was (also earn and learn about that good money). I was in the last year of my apprenticeship when I met my future fiancé and he started red pilling me. Turns out, men and women were always equal differently! In fact feminism was taking away from equality and was only designed to take advantage of men, and there were no short supply of men suffering from feminism in the workforce. I got to hear all there stories, and it caused some cognitive dissidence that led me to depression and confusion.
What really turned me around was that my future fiancé had me sit down and read some quotes from Hitler's speeches, but the quotes were "anonymous". I told fiancé that I really liked what this guy was saying and we need to figure out who said it. He laughed and said it was Hitler! I felt nauseous and physically ill immediately and I thought to myself "aaaah, that has to be the propaganda, why would simple information, the sound of Hitler's voice in speech (he showed me some videos too) and just seeing Nazi stuff make me physically ill? I agree with him, yet I have been trained to be apposed to him, yet I know very little about him personally." When fiancé saw the lightbulb go off in my head, he had me watch/listen to Hitler's speech on how woman control the small world to create the foundation for men to go out and create the big world. I felt like it should of offended me because of conditioning but I was so insanely inspired by the speech. He explained the women's' role so well that I understood myself better, like a fog of obscurity had been lifted about my own identity.
He told me skin lamps made from jew flesh weren't real and I told him I went to a museum when I was young with skin lamps and everything else you might see at a concentration camp. He told me it was impossible to kill that many jews that way, in that amount of time with those resources. I punched the numbers and he was right! I couldn't believe it, the numbers weren't even close to six million. Well, the redpill shattered my whole godamn world and I ran around like a psychopath for a while until I kind of ruined my relationship with everyone and everything out in the east, they all probably think I'm a neonazi by now. Including my family.
My fiancé as doing his best, and it's pretty good, yet there's the temptation to go back to work to make that good money and "help" the household. I was going a little stir crazy and made a post the other day and someone shared Hitler's speech on woman with me about how her duty is to her husband and house and implied that was an invaluable service. The guys seem pretty happy with me taking care of them. I think instead of investing my time into a career, I will invest that energy instead into starting a homeschool community.
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Yeah, Mein Kampf was quite the eye opener for me too. Having been in grade school in the 70s, I ended up hearing about all of the so-called historical facts many times over. It was difficult to overcome some of that, but I've always been the sort to ask the questions that I'm supposedly not supposed to ask. I'm not very good at math, but I can do enough to know that what I was taught was not the truth, and from there I really started questioning everything.
The small world/big world concept is a great one. Equality isn't sameness, equality is a question of value in a given role. It's not by accident that the Communists have infiltrated our schools, but we've allowed it to happen. Given that the "left" (I don't really like using the left vs right terminology, but it's what people recognize) does get away with a lot of behaviors that would land the rest of us in prison, it does make it more difficult to mount a challenge that would be effective in preventing them some the access they now have. Also inherent in us is our ability to stand and exist as individuals. Most of the time it's a strength, but when communal action is required, our opponents do have us at a disadvantage due to the fact that much of the time, they've only been able to find meaning and identity from within the confines of a group. We don't have that issue, we know who we are, and identity/membership in a given group has never been necessary from a self worth point of view. They do it better simply because they've done it longer.
As for taking care of your family and your house, that is what will be remembered and cherished as you all go on. My mom was a single mother back in the late 60s, and I was raised by my grandparents until I was about seven. When I think back to who made the biggest impression on me, who shaped the man I grew to become, who instilled the values and moral compass I now have, I think of my grandparents, and specifically my grandmother being at home taking care of her home and us, not my mother. It's not that she didn't care, but she was out trying to earn a living to support my brother who was living with her and his father whom she married when I was about a year old. He didn't really want me around, so I ended up with my grandparents. I know from experience that those who have access to kids from the time they are born up through seven or so are the ones who will have the greatest impact on who they turn out to be. Your kids will remember you for being their mom, not for any accomplishments you might have obtained while pursuing a career. You are the hand that rocks the cradle, and that concept is one that has been taken from us that we as a people need to get back.
Have an awesome day.
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