As a teenager, I lived in Ireland for 2 years. They were 2 of the worst years of my life. It was such a traumatic time, I didn't even make any friends. Going to school was so horrible and in the end I had to leave school because I couldn't cope and broke down. When we moved back to England, I was so relieved. But for the first year and a half, for some reason (I don't know why) I kept really wanting to move back to Ireland, and i deluded myself into thinking I did have friends there. When we went back to Ireland for a holiday, I even visited the school, of course no-one spoke to me, probably thought what on earth was I doing there. I eventually snapped out of it, and now looking back I think I must have been mad, because I know how much I hated it there, why would I have wanted to go back??? Also, I have a friend with a similar experience. One night, a guy forced himself on top of her when she was still a virgin. It was really traumatic for her, but for some reason she kept wanting to go back to that situation.