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One more of Dirtbag Rugg’s MANY sexual assault survivors is able to leave a testament of his sick and twisted existence. Just by chance. Joshua, you are not alone in your struggle, and survival. I mourn, and pay tribute to, those that did not survive. Alcohol, drug abuse, and the many other forms of self-destruction brought on by guilt and shame… the legacies of the sickness visited upon young men and boys that emanated from Soundview Ave in Fairfield. From the mid 1960s right thru 2002. Why was it allowed to go on for so long? Why was it allowed to ruin so many young lives? What was going on with Holy Family School? The Bridgeport Diocese? The Fairfield Police Department? All were well aware. And then we see the FBI covering for the scum Nasser. Don’t forget Jeffrey Epstein, et al, and begin to see the many strands in this spider’s web… An enterprising reporter would want to see what was enabling, and encouraging Robert Rugg’s horrifying swath through humanity. Someone at the Connecticut Post, maybe? There is certainly a huge story to uncover. Might want to hop on it… your sources are aging out, or otherwise dying away. But then , most people may be properly repulsed by this and would rather see something good and cheering. Or we’ve all seen TOO MUCH of this and have become inured. Me? Every new revelation brings my nightmares flooding back. And sickens me to my core. The evil around us is TOO MUCH!!! Good News concerning this? Don’t hold your breath… Joshua, you were beset by the Devil Incarnate… and lived through it. My best to you and your continued triumph over the demon. He is burning in hell. I’m not at all religious, but I know that much… God Bless You

I perchance came upon this page. I worked for Robert Rugg (helping him prepare taxes) at the end of the 1990s. I was a young adult at the time…it didn’t stop what happened to me…manipulated/raped, for many years I blamed myself and was one of those things that I tried to convince myself didn’t happen. It took me many years to work through the shame. I knew I wasn’t alone, it’s still odd to see it in print all these years later.

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Thank you for the nice words Robert Connelly. I just have a lot to think about now. But…this happened in 1969 for you? I was at the house much later. Many years..in the 1990’s. This is a lot to think about. But thank you. Take care.

Peitr, My heart is with you, my friend. I’m very sorry for the sickness that you were assaulted with, and that you endured. And how it has colored your life, ever since. I’m very sorry that I was not able to put an end to the evil emanating from Soundview Ave, and the Devil within, way back in 1969. That sick spirit certainly roasts in Hell now, and for eternity. I have to know that… If I can help with your process, please let me know. With much Love, Empathy and Understanding… Bob Connelly

I just found this page online. I’m kind of processing all of the information about the house on Soundview Avenue and Elizabeth Street in Fairfield. I was younger and naïve back then. I was a guest in the house many, many times. I attended a wealth of parties there with some…odd guests. I was encouraged to sunbath there…use the hot tub….I’ll post more when I can think about this (if only to work it out). I’ve not thought of it all in a long time. Interesting…upsetting. Weird.

Correction: Father Nagle was a chaplain at St Vincent’s Hospital in Bridgeport. My reference to St Raphael’s (New Haven) was in err. To those new to reading these posts, for proper chronological sequence, scroll to the bottom and read them coming back up. That will help alot with context. An update on my pursuit of the truth… Not a thing. I did write to the attorneys handling priest abuse in this area… and there’s " No Reply At All". Same with the big local paper in the area. And if anyone from the Bridgeport Diocese has happened across this story they are studiously avoiding it. I guess I’m the proverbial “sleeping dog”. Just let it lie. They all seem to be very good at that. You know; Lying… And so it goes. Thank You for your interest in this disgusting matter, and for what I am sure are your good thoughts and prayers. For all of us.

Hi – I am collecting the stories of people who were sexually abused by Robert Rugg of Fairfield, CT, who lived on Soundview Ave. I was a neighbor. If you wish to connect with me, let me know in your comments and I will reach out to you through the good people who run this website as an intermediary. You are not alone — we can walk through this all together. We should make a public accounting of our stories, and let these institutions who were in a position to protect us as children know that they failed to shield us from this man. By the time, Robert Rugg started coming to my door to befriend me in the late 1980s, he was old and he should’ve been in prison. He should not have been my neighbor. If you worked at the Woodside Pastry Shoppe (Bakery) on Capitol Avenue, or swam in his pool, or responded to the classified ads he put in the Bridgeport/Connecticut Post to come do work at his house, tell me your story. He was a tax preparer who made his money, and knew people with money, who would come to his house to do their taxes. His basement was a warren of small and even hidden rooms where he held parties and likely sexually abused boys. When I was there, he had build a big private exercise room and a massive walk-in shower room. He designed this subterranean space for his encounters, I believe. And I bet he hired boys to dig under property to do it.

Now that I’ve collected myself, let’s pound the final few nails into the coffin of this egregiously aberrant monstrosity Robert Rugg (heretofore referred to as “Carpet”). I brought an end to his assaults on me (physical and mental) two weeks, or so, before my 13th birthday. An early present; what I always wanted! An engineered sabotage that worked well. And hurt him. But, clearly, not enough, since he continued with his destructive behavior. And I was left with the wreckage to deal with as best I could. I was not able to disclose any of this until 15 years later, in 1984. The therapist was not equipped to deal with this, but she did bring my dad into the picture. He left from the session, I found out later, to confront Carpet. A boy answered the door, and led him to the basement where the cretin was with another boy, digging in a dirt wall. Who knows… Carpet stood through the berating, non-responsive (Carpet had made himself a putative friend, part of his scheme and process). My father had been duped and used, as well. He then went to the Fairfield Police HQ to find that they knew of Carpet, but could do nothing about the violations upon me due to the statute of limitations, as they stood at the time. Yada yada yada… So it all was allowed to continue… The Catholic Church, through the Diocese of Bridgeport, should be seeking me out to offer their help. Carpet did come with their imprimatur, through Holy Family School, after all. I hope that you are not holding your breath either. Carpet’s reign of terror came to an end in 2002. If I knew where his grave was, I’d go relieve myself on it. But he might like it. To all of Carpet’s victims after 1969, I’m very sorry that I was not able to put an end to his sick schemes and rapes. He is probably in Hell, and we’re not. Namaste

When I wrote my recount of violation at the hands of Robert “Bob” Rugg, I was not able to read/edit it, at the time. It was that painful, here, 50 years later… I saw a few typos and caps (ie. father and dad); please excuse the mistakes. And then it lay silent, for almost a year. Me alone, though I know that “Carpet” (as I have come to think of this monsters name) has many victims in his wake. I know the name of one for sure. And now, thanks to GS, I know two. My heart is with you, my friend. Your missive is spot-on, full of details that show you were there. At 12 years old I was able to drive Carpet’s car to work at Woodside Bakery, in the wee hours of the morning. Where I was able to smoke cigarettes, and brew fermented fruity drinks (we had all the ingredients; yeast, sugar and the juice from the pastry fruit fillings), and watch stag-films in the basement. Certainly, all a great attraction to a kid that lacked other guidance. Carpet’s connection with Holy Family School and Church likely came through his association with Father William Nagle, a chaplain at Fairfield Hills Hospital. I went with Carpet there to do his taxes. Carpet was also a tax preparer and Notary Public. Nagle has been the subject of investigation ( see tremontsheldon.com, an attorneys web site), and it was a bit of a surprise to see that he’d been chaplain at St Raphael’s Hospital in Bridgeport, also. Mrs Rugg was a nurse there. Another nice, cozy connection… And why did she let all of this go on? She was surely under the domination and control of her sick and twisted spouse. And the pool at his house was another big draw that he was able to use to leer at his conquest, swimming naked at night (it was well-lighted underwater). This freak had his plan well mapped and executed! I have to bring this note to a close; it is incredibly difficult to recall and write down… The only memory of this grotesque and hideous pederast and pedophile should be just that. If there is a hell, he should remain roasting there, for eternity! Amen

I happened to google the name of my old neighbor, Robert Rugg, who lived in Fairfield, CT about 3 blocks from Holy Family Catholic school. I found Robert Connelly’s comment, and I was not surprised. Robert – you are a brave man for coming forward publicly, online, to be the first to ring the bell of truth about this despicable man, Robert Rugg. Robert Rugg was a manipulative pedophile who groomed me for months as a young teenager and attacked me once in the late 1980s. I was shocked to learn — tonight, 30 years after my encounters with him — that he was also apparently close to Holy Family Catholic Church in Fairfield, and found at least one boy to attack through his connections with this church. I would safely estimate that Robert “Bob” Rugg had dozens, if not hundreds, of victims in his long life in Fairfield. Fairfield Police knew he was a problematic individual. Police had been called to his house in the past. A young man knocked on our day one night, with his ear bleeding, claiming he’d been attacked by Robert Rugg. Some of our neighbors knew, or at least suspected, that he was a serial predator. In my view, the Fairfield Police Department and Holy Family Church should conduct a review of all their engagements with this man. Robert Rugg used to own a bakery where he employed teenagers and threw pool parties for them at his house. He served them drugs and alcohol. He was truly a sick, depraved man. He once admitted to me that he gave alcohol to teenagers, who crashed a car, and one died. Robert Connelly – you are not alone. We should all unearth this past and lay waste to his memory.

Attorney General Jepson or Sucessor. 9 January 2019

I wrote this immediately after watching Ned Lamont being sworn in as our New Governor. I hope that Governor Ned Lamont seriously addresses this matter

Attached please find a letter addressed to you generated by SNAP, of which I am an active member. My Story, I was sexually molested by a Catholic Priest in 1955 when I was a ten year old fifth grade student at St Joseph elementary school in New London CT, The offender was a frequent dinner guest at our family home at (Then) Seaside Sanitarium in Waterford. My family was a devoted Catholic family, and thus I was required to attend a Catholic school and attend regular services on Sunday, and Holy days of obligation. Following the incident had I revealed the incident to my parents I am sure I would have been called a liar, had my mouth washed out with soap, and sent to bed without dinner. I refused to return to St Joseph’s school the following session, and completed my Primary education in public schools. However I was forced to attend Marionapolis boarding school in northeast Connecticut, and managed to have myself expelled. I lived with this secret for many years, suffering flashbacks, nightmares, and a constant feeling of the presence of The “Reverend”. I did notify the Diocese perhaps in the early 2000’s of the event, and they referred me to a therapist, and the Diocese paid for what my health Insurance did not cover. I was disappointed that the Diocese did not pay the full cost of my consing. I feel that I benefited from the counseling, however I still suffer from flashbacks, nightmares and the presence of my offender. I understand that the statute of limitations for prosecuting this matter expired on my 49th birthday, which was many years ago, I am Now 75 yrs old. I request that the Statute of limitations for this matter be eliminated, and us survivors be allowed to take legal action for compensation for the emotional pain and suffering we suffered as a result of being violated by “MEN OF GOD”, and perhaps women (Nuns) also. I request that you reply to this letter, and and assist we who suffered at the hands (Pun intended) be justly compensated. I am an active member in the Connecticut chapter of SNAP, and will continue to be actively involved in actions against the Catholic church until Justice is served. Certainly you are aware of the activity in New York State, and Pennsylvania in this matte, PAY ATTENTION, and do what is proper and ethical to compensate we victims of abuse by religious authority figures. To quote a Bob Dylan (an acquaintance of mine) lyric "There’s a battle outside a raging, you better take notice or you’ll sink like a stone, for the times are a changing!)

Robert J. Tombari
[email protected]
860 334 1738

I attended Holy Family School in Fairfield, CT from ’65 to *th grade graduation in ’70. My parents went through a nasty split and divorce from ’66 to ’68, with my Father being awarded custody of 4 boya, ranging in age from 3 to 14. I was 11 when the divorce was finalised. Someone at the school (Head Nun, maybe) suggested Robert Rugg as mentor for me to my Dad, and as full as his hands were, considering the circumstances, he accepted the recommendation. The short story: I was subjected to 6 to 7 months of rape (oral and anal), and psychological manipulation, by aforementioned Rugg. And this has had a HUGE negative impact on me, ever since. ’Til the day I die. Another legacy of the Catholic Church that will never be set right.