Every 2 minutes, another American is sexually assaulted.
According to the U.S. Department of Justice’s National Crime Victimization Survey — there is an average of 237,868 victims (age 12 or older) of rape and sexual assault each year.
Here is that number broken down: There are 525,600 minutes in a non-leap year equaling, 31,536,000 seconds per year. When you divide 31,536,000 seconds by 237,868 victims, it results in 1 sexual assault being committed every 133 seconds, approximately 1 every 2 minutes.
An alarming number of people are suffering from a rape violation every 2 minutes! That is 720 victims per hour in only 1 day!.
Something to consider…our bodies are the only things that we have been given control and power over, it is our sacred temple. With that, we are the only person who has the right to decide who we choose to share it with. When another person enters our temple against our will and without invitation, that person violates not only our boundaries and our right to make decisions but they steal so much from us in an instance as they shake and shatter the walls of our scared temple in that one uninvited vile act.
I unfortunately, have experienced rape first hand. In fact, the walls of my temple were shattered at the age of six when I was only a young and innocent child. The horrific experience changed my childhood. Dreadfully; it was not the last of my experiences with rape.
For 39 years I torturously held the dark secrets inside, fearful to share them. I learned rather quickly, that I live in a society that blames women when we are the victims of indecent sexual acts. It’s been said, “It’s the woman’s fault for causing men to want to rape them. If she didn’t do this or if she didn’t do that…” Knowing that I would be blamed for some man violating me and robbing me of my power, I decided that being silent was the safer option.
Silence is like sweeping a very real social time bomb under the carpet; a time bomb waiting and ready to explode at any moment only to shatter lives into pieces of hell. In silence, I thought I was the only person who had experienced such a disgusting and shameful violation. Silence isolated me for 39 agonizing years.
During my years of secrecy I found help, ironically, from a great male therapist. He gained my trust when he did not blame me for the experiences I endured. With his assurance I made a choice to take action and no longer be silent.
I decided to leave San Francisco and go back to Israel, the country where most of my ungodly experiences took place, to reclaim my life, to take back my power and to heal the little girl that was abused within me.
So I sold everything I owned, rented out my room, bought my plane ticket and left San Francisco ready to embark on my new endeavor, my new undertaking in life and breaking my silence.
I chose to break my silence by doing a cross-country bike ride across Israel in 2005, carrying my statement that I was no longer ashamed, scared and to carry out one of my missions: returning the torch of shame and guilt into the hands it belonged to, the perpetrator.
I rode From Rosh HaNikra (the boarder of Israel and Lebanon) to Eilat (the southern most city in Israel on the boarder of Egypt). I wanted to not only reclaim my power but to empower those who, like me, needed a voice.
Within days of my ride, my mission and desire to help others began to circulate and populated in most newspaper in Israel, leading thousands of people to break their silence; men and women, both young and old. The response illuminated the fact that I was not the only one who was enslaved to such a devastating transgression.
My personal bike ride to break my silence has turned into a collective mission amongst many to be the voice of every victim who is afraid to speak up, break his or her silence.
The success and awareness that was brought about from my personal bike ride in Israel is the same outcome I strive to generate in America and the world. I want people to know that so many others are suffering in silence and we need to end such suffering. We start by educating the populations. We must BREAK THE SILENCE TOGETHER!
- Together, there’s hope to stop violence against women and children.
- Together, we would help to free our mothers, sisters, daughters.
- Together, we can heal and create a healthy and happy community all around us.
Silence nearly killed me but when I broke my silence, it revived me, giving me joy, freedom and self-expression.
To bring about the change we want we ask for your participation. Here are a few ways in which you can contribute to our cause:
Financial funding, ride sponsors, web design, social media, host a fundraising event, graphic design, shirt sponsor, reposting our posts, inviting your friends to like our page so they too can be a part of our mission.
We are also in need of items: car to haul the shoe display, RV, trailer to carry the bikes and equipment etc. Please see our Facebook page: Facebook/everythreeminutes)
Please visit our website for more information: www.breakingthesilencetogether.com