I wasn't looking for it, but it found me, back when I was 22 to 24. A close friend who was a year younger and also fairly isolated, revealed that he had been raped and sexually abused several times as a teenager, and later propositioned me under the influence of IV cocaine, (an addiction that he and his brother introduced me to). It seemed like we both wanted the same thing. We both got to play abuser and victim alternately. Eight months after he broke it off in 1982 he killed himself of an overdose. It was a good study in how to lose a close friend.
"We stay here, we die here. We've got to keep moving". Trucker Mark