She Was a 1980s Bombshell, But Heather Thomas Faced Demons—Her Transformation at 66 Is Unbelievable!

Heather Thomas, known for her role alongside Lee Majors in *The Fall Guy*, turned 66 on September 8. She was on track for a very successful Hollywood career.

However, after the show’s finale, her mother appeared on set, and Thomas rushed to the hospital, thinking her father had an emergency. But when she arrived at the Santa Monica hospital, her family and friends told her that her father, Leon, was fine—it was her they were worried about.

This marked the start of a new chapter in the 28-year-old’s life, which would change both her personal life and career.

Read on to find out what happened to the famous 1980s pinup girl!

Heather Thomas had talent and natural beauty that compared to stars like Farrah Fawcett and Heather Locklear. She was born to be in the spotlight.

At just 14, she hosted an NBC show called *Talking with a Giant*, where she and other teens interviewed celebrities.

Wanting more, Thomas studied film and theater at UCLA, aiming to be an actor, director, and writer. Before she graduated, she appeared in a short-lived comedy series called *Co-Ed Fever* in 1979.

In 1980, Thomas, who was born in Connecticut, landed her first major role in *The Fall Guy*. She played Jody Banks, a stuntwoman and bounty hunter, alongside Lee Majors, who was famous for his role in *The Six Million Dollar Man*.

Her role made her popular, especially among male viewers, who saw her as a sex symbol. Thomas had mixed feelings about this label.

“There’s a kind of condescension that comes with it,” she told *People*. “You fit the stereotype of the blonde bimbo. But at the time, I was just having fun.”

Unfortunately, Thomas’s fun also involved drugs, a habit that began before her role as Jody Banks.

She revealed that her drug use started in sixth grade to help keep her grades up. “I was taking acid and getting straight A’s. I thought it was mind-expanding,” Thomas said.

As Heather Thomas grew older, the drugs she used also changed.

While studying at UCLA, Thomas started using cocaine. By 1981, just one year into her role on *The Fall Guy*, her drug problems got worse.

Feeling pressure to live up to her image as a sex symbol, the 5-foot-7 actress became obsessed with her weight. She began taking Lasix, a diuretic that can cause extreme tiredness.

To fight the tiredness, she used more cocaine to stay energized.

“At first, I loved the drug. I felt like I was getting a lot out of it. It kept me awake all night, and I could still work the next day,” she said, but claimed she never used it on set. “Cocaine isn’t accepted on sets. It’s no longer cool. It’s just a personal nightmare.”

However, a source close to Thomas told *People* that her drug use was hurting her career. “People knew Heather had a problem,” the source said.

Thomas’s weight dropped from 125 to 105 pounds, and she began falling asleep between scenes. She admitted, “Sometimes, I was in a mini coma.”

One day, she passed out in front of her co-star, Lee Majors. He contacted her manager, who then called her mother.

After the final episode of *The Fall Guy* was filmed, Thomas’s mother, Gladdy Ryder, showed up on set and told her that her father was in the hospital.

Thomas rushed to St. John’s Hospital, but when she arrived, she was met by her family and friends. They were there to admit her into a three-week drug rehabilitation program.

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“That day was a big relief for me,” Thomas said. When she checked into detox, she had pneumonia, scarred lungs, and inflamed kidneys. “I’d been on a roller coaster, and I wanted to get off. If my family hadn’t stepped in, I probably would have kept going until I lost my job or died.”

She also said, “The doctors told me I should have been dead three years ago.”

Determined to recover, Thomas surrounded herself with people who supported her goal of staying drug-free. That’s when she met Allan Rosenthal, co-founder of Cocaine Anonymous, and married him when she was 28. They divorced in September 1986.

That same month, Thomas was hit by a car while crossing the street, leaving her with serious injuries to both legs.

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After detox, divorce, and surgery to repair major damage in one of her legs, Heather Thomas returned to acting with smaller roles in TV series. She also appeared in movies like *Cyclone* in 1987 and the 1990 Canadian film *Red Blooded American Girl* with Christopher Plummer.

With her struggles behind her, Thomas started fresh in the 1990s. While working to revive her career, she married entertainment lawyer Skip Brittenham in 1992. She became a stepmother to his two daughters, Kristina and Shauna, and gave birth to her only biological child, daughter India Rose, in June 2000.

Talking about her decision to step away from acting, Thomas said, “I had about 45 restraining orders, and I was on everything from a toilet seat cover to an ashtray. Then I fell in love, had two little girls, and decided to give up acting to write for a while.”

In 2017, Thomas made a brief comeback in the movie *Girltrash: All Night Long*, one of her 26 acting credits.

However, Thomas has focused mostly on writing. She said it wasn’t a lack of roles that drove her away from acting but the constant threat of stalkers invading her privacy. “One guy climbed over the fence with a knife. I had two little girls who needed raising, so that was that. Now, I think I’m old enough that people won’t bother me as much.”

Today, Thomas is also involved in activism. She has served on the boards of the Rape Foundation and the Amazon Conservation Team.

Identifying as a feminist, which some find surprising for a former sex symbol, Thomas explained how she embraced both roles.

“When I was younger, I did what people told me. But as I got older, I didn’t compromise myself. I wanted power and freedom, and my career gave me that. I don’t think being a feminist means you should be ashamed of your body,” she said.

It’s unfortunate that Heather Thomas wasn’t able to fully revive her acting career, but we’re glad she got the help she needed and is now on a lifelong journey of recovery.

The 1980s had so many great shows, and we loved watching her as Jody Banks in *The Fall Guy* alongside Lee Majors, the Six Million Dollar Man!

We’d love to hear your thoughts about Heather Thomas and her journey to recovery!

Father Got Mad When Mom Painted Instead of Doing Chores – What I Saw in Her House after the Divorce Made Me Gasp

My Dad always hated my Mom’s painting obsession, believing she was only fit to cook and clean. After their divorce, I stepped into her new home and discovered something that took my breath away.

I never thought I’d be grateful for my parents’ divorce, but life has a way of surprising you. I’m Iva, 25 years old. What I found in my Mom’s new home after the split completely changed my perspective on what true love really looks like and it made me cry…

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Grayscale photo of a young woman covering her face | Source: Pexels

Growing up, our house was filled with the smell of oil paints and the sweet scent of turpentine. My Mom, Florence, would always create something beautiful.

But for my Dad, Benjamin, it was just noise and mess.

“Florence! When are you gonna be done with that damn painting?” Dad’s voice would boom from the kitchen. “This place is a pigsty, and dinner’s not even started!”

Side view of a woman painting a picture | Source: Pexels

Side view of a woman painting a picture | Source: Pexels

Mom’s shoulders would tense, but her brush wouldn’t stop moving. “Just a few more minutes, Ben. I’m almost finished with this section.”

Dad would stomp into her workspace, his face red. “You and your silly hobby! When are you gonna grow up and act like a REAL WIFE?”

I’d watch from the doorway, my heart pounding. Mom’s eyes would meet mine, filled with a sadness I couldn’t comprehend as a ten-year-old.

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An angry man pointing his finger | Source: Pexels

“Iva, honey, why don’t you go set the table?” she’d say softly.

I’d nod and scurry away, the sound of their argument following me down the hall.

Years passed, and the arguments only got worse. When I was fourteen, they finally called it quits. Dad got custody, and I only saw Mom on weekends.

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Close-up of divorce papers on a table | Source: Pexels

The first time I visited her new apartment, my heart sank. It was tiny, with barely enough room for a bed and a small easel in the corner.

“Oh, sweetie, don’t look so sad,” Mom said, pulling me into a hug. “This place may be small, but it’s full of possibilities.”

I tried to smile, but it felt forced. “Do you miss us, Mom?”

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Rear view of a woman sketching a picture on a white board | Source: Pexels

Her eyes glistened. “Every day, Iva. But sometimes, we have to make hard choices to find happiness.”

As I left that day, I heard her humming as she unpacked her paints. It was a sound I hadn’t heard in years.

“I’ll see you next weekend, okay?” Mom called out as I reached the door.

I turned back, forcing a smile. “Yeah, Mom. Next weekend.”

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Close-up of a woman tearing up | Source: Pexels

Dad wasted no time moving on. His new wife, Karen, was everything he wanted Mom to be — organized, practical, and completely unartistic.

“See, Iva? This is how a real household should run,” Dad said one evening, gesturing around the spotless kitchen.

I nodded absently, my eyes drawn to the near-bare walls where Mom’s paintings used to hang. “It’s… nice, Dad.”

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Front angle view of a spotless kitchen | Source: Unsplash

Karen beamed. “I’ve been teaching Iva some great cleaning tips, haven’t I, dear?”

I forced a smile, thinking of the weekends spent with Mom, hands covered in paint, creating worlds on canvas. “Yeah, it’s… really useful. Thanks, Karen.”

Dad clapped his hands together. “That’s my girl. Now, who wants to watch some TV?”

As we settled in the living room, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing for the messy, colorful evenings of my childhood.

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Rear view of a woman painting a picture in the garden | Source: Pexels

The years rolled by, and I grew used to the new normal. Weekdays with Dad and Karen in their immaculate house and weekends with Mom in her cramped apartment. But something was always missing.

One Friday evening, as I was packing for my weekend visit, Dad knocked on my door.

“Iva, honey, can we talk?”

I looked up, surprised. “Sure, Dad. What’s up?”

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A serious-looking man sitting on a chair | Source: Pexels

He sat on the edge of my bed, looking uncomfortable. “Your Mom called. She… she’s getting married again.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Married? To who?”

“Some guy named John. They’ve been dating for a while, apparently.”

I sat down hard, my mind reeling. “Why didn’t she tell me?”

Dad shrugged. “You know your mother. Always living in her own little world.”

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A shocked young woman covering her face | Source: Pexels

I bristled at his tone but said nothing. As he left the room, I stared at my half-packed bag, wondering what this would mean for our weekends together.

Fast forward to last weekend. I hadn’t seen Mom in months, busy with college and work. But now, here I was, pulling up to her new house, my stomach churning with nerves.

What if this John guy was just another version of Dad?

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A car parked outside a house | Source: Pexels

Mom greeted me at the door, practically glowing. “Iva! Oh, I’ve missed you!” She hugged me tight, smelling of lavender and linseed oil, a scent that instantly brought me back to childhood.

John appeared behind her, a warm smile on his face. “So this is the famous Iva! Your Mom’s told me so much about you.”

We chatted for a while, and I couldn’t help but notice how Mom seemed to stand taller and laugh easier. There was a spark in her eyes I hadn’t seen in years.

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A happy senior woman smiling | Source: Pexels

“How’s college going?” Mom asked, pouring me a cup of tea.

“It’s good. Busy, but good,” I replied, watching her closely. “Mom, why didn’t you tell me about John earlier?”

She looked down, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “Oh, honey. I wanted to, but… I guess I was scared.”

“Scared? Of what?”

“That you wouldn’t approve. That you’d think I was replacing your father.”

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A smiling senior woman wearing eyeglasses | Source: Pexels

I reached out and took her hand. “Mom, all I want is for you to be happy.”

She squeezed my hand, her eyes shining. “I am, Iva. I really am.”

“Iva,” John said suddenly, “there’s something I’d like to show you. Follow me.”

Curious, I followed John down a hallway. He stopped at a closed door, his hand on the knob. “Your Mom’s been working on something special,” he said, grinning. “Ready?”

He swung the door open, and as I stepped inside, my jaw dropped.

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Grayscale close-up of a man’s hand on a doorknob | Source: Pexels

The room was a gallery. Mom’s gallery.

Her paintings covered every wall, beautifully framed and lit. Easels displayed works in progress, and there were even a few sculptures of porcelain dolls scattered around.

“John converted this room for me,” Mom said softly from behind me. “He calls it my ‘creativity hub’.”

I turned to her, speechless. She looked… radiant.

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A young woman looking at paintings displayed on the wall | Source: Pexels

John wrapped an arm around her waist. “I organize shows here sometimes. Invite friends, family, and local art lovers. Florence’s work deserves to be seen.”

Mom blushed. “John even set up a website to sell my paintings. He handles all the business stuff so I can focus on painting and sculpting.”

I felt tears prick my eyes. “Mom, this is… amazing.”

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Grayscale of a teary-eyed young woman looking up | Source: Pexels

“Your Mom’s talent is extraordinary,” John said, his voice full of pride. “I just wanted to give her a space where she could really shine.”

I walked around the room, taking in each piece. There were landscapes I recognized from our old neighborhood, portraits of people I’d never met, and abstract pieces that seemed to pulse with emotion.

“Do you remember this one?” Mom asked, pointing to a small canvas in the corner.

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Close-up display of paintings and assorted artwork | Source: Pexels

I leaned in, my breath catching. It was a painting of me as a little girl, sitting at our old kitchen table, coloring. The details were perfect — my messy pigtails, the crayon smudges on my cheeks, the look of intense concentration on my face.

“You painted this?” I whispered.

Mom nodded. “It’s one of my favorites. I painted it right after… well, after the divorce. It reminded me of happier times.”

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A little girl coloring on a book | Source: Pexels

I hugged her then and there, overcome with emotion. “I’m so proud of you, Mom.”

As we stood there, surrounded by my Mom’s art, memories flooded back. Dad’s angry voice, Mom’s quiet sighs, the tension that had filled our house for so long.

And now, this. A room filled with light and color… and love.

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A young woman embracing a senior woman | Source: Pexels

“You know,” John said, his voice gentle, “when I first met your Mom, she was so hesitant to show me her work. Can you believe that?”

Mom laughed softly. “I was scared you’d think it was silly.”

“Silly?” John looked at her like she’d hung the moon. “Flo, your art is what made me fall in love with you. It’s a part of who you are.”

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A man smiling | Source: Pexels

I watched them, the way they looked at each other, the easy affection between them. This was what love was supposed to look like.

“I’m so happy for you, Mom,” I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes.

Mom pulled me into a hug, her arms strong and sure. “Oh, sweetie. I’m happy too. Happier than I’ve been in a long, long time.”

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Close-up of a happy senior couple holding flowers | Source: Pexels

As we stood there, surrounded by canvases bursting with color and life, I realized something profound. Mom’s art, once stifled and undervalued, was now flourishing, and so was she. And I knew, without a doubt, that she had found her true love.

“So,” John said, clapping his hands together. “Who’s hungry? I was thinking we could grill out on the patio.”

Mom’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that sounds wonderful! Iva, will you stay for dinner?”

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A cheerful senior woman smiling | Source: Pexels

I looked at them both, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I’d love to,” I said, smiling. “I’d really love to.”

As we walked out of the gallery, I took one last look around. The room was more than just a showcase for Mom’s talent. It was a testament to the power of love… real love… to nurture and uplift.

And as I followed Mom and John to the kitchen, laughing at some joke he’d made, I felt truly at home for the first time in years.

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A gallery of paintings | Source: Unsplash

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