In a groundbreaking moment 16 years ago, Thomas Beatie etched his name in history as the world’s first man to undergo pregnancy.
Born female, Thomas underwent a gender transition, now identifying as a transgender man. The global spotlight shone on him when news broke of his remarkable journey to parenthood with the birth of his first daughter, Susan
In a surprising turn of events in 2006, he halted his testosterone treatment with the aspiration of conceiving. Facing fertility challenges with his then-wife Nancy, Thomas made the courageous decision to carry the child himself.
The iconic image of Thomas Beatie sporting a heavily pregnant belly first circulated in 2008, creating ripples across the world. Media dubbed Beatie “the pregnant man” and news of his story quickly spread worldwide.
Yet, the journey was far from smooth, with hate emails and death threats pouring in from numerous quarters, including established media outlets.
”Doctors have discriminated against us, turning us away due to their religious beliefs. Health care professionals have refused to call me by a male pronoun or recognize Nancy as my wife. Receptionists have laughed at us. Friends and family have been unsupportive; most of Nancy’s family doesn’t even know I’m transgender,” Thomas later said.
During an extensive 48-hour labor, Susan, the first child of Thomas and Nancy, was born into the world healthy and happy. Thomas, determined to opt for a natural birth, defied expectations. His case marked the first documented instance where a legally recognized male gave birth within a marital union with a woman.
Thomas Thomas Trace Beatie
Posted by Thomas Trace Beatie on Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Over the course of five years without testosterone, Thomas experienced four more pregnancies (one of which resulted in an ectopic pregnancy). Together with his first wife, Nancy, he raised Susan and sons Austin and Jensen, presenting themselves as a traditional family with strong values.
In a significant television debut, Thomas Beatie took center stage with an exclusive hour-long interview on the Oprah Winfrey Show in April 2008. Addressing a global audience, he openly discussed his belief in the reproductive right to bear a child, irrespective of his male gender identity.
During the interview, Beatie emphasized: “It’s not a male or female desire to want to have a child; it’s a human desire. I’m a person, and I have the right to have my own biological child.”
His words echoed a powerful assertion of his personal autonomy and challenged conventional perceptions surrounding gender and parenthood.
In 2016, Thomas entered a new chapter, marrying a new partner, Amber. Despite having known each other since 2012, a tumultuous divorce with Nancy delayed Thomas and Amber’s nuptials.
The couple moved to Oregon with their blended family, consisting of Susan, Austin, Jensen, and Amber’s grandchild Lily.
Reflecting on their bustling household, Thomas shared: “It can get pretty loud with four kids aged 3, 5, 6, and 7, but we love it,” in an interview with Daily Mail.
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Quel rôle est plus convaincant: flic ou maçon? ??? Which look is more convincing?
Posted by Thomas Trace Beatie on Sunday, March 10, 2019
Sixteen years have elapsed since Thomas became a public figure, yet he continues to make occasional appearances on social media and in people’s feeds.
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In a recent interview with USA Today, he shared insights into his current endeavors, revealing that he now works as a stockbroker in Phoenix. He continues to live with his wife Amber, whom he met at the daycare where his children were enrolled.
His older children divide their time between his residence and their mother’s home, located approximately ten miles away.
According to Thomas, he lives a relatively quiet life but once in a while, he does public-speaking jobs and takes on modest acting opportunities.
Looking back on the whirlwind of attention that surrounded him 16 years ago when he graced the front pages, Thomas acknowledged the lasting impact of those significant moments in his life.
à quel métier/rôle j’ai l’air? ?️ What profession or role do I look like?
Posted by Thomas Trace Beatie on Tuesday, May 30, 2023
Reflecting on the past, Thomas, now in his 50s, remarked: “When my story came out, there wasn’t a single person in the public eye as a transgender man — most people had never heard of it.”
”This was pre-Chaz Bono. This was pre-Caitlyn Jenner. This was before anyone knew anything. It was a first exposure for a lot of people. And then on top of that, they can give birth! I think exposing the importance of fertility for trans people was a huge eye-opener.”
”Everything was a whirlwind,” he said. ”But I still don’t regret it,” Thomas shared.
Disabled Homeless Man Gave His Wheelchair to a Poor Boy Who Couldn’t Walk – 5 Years Later, the Boy Found Him to Repay His Kindness
A homeless, disabled flutist sacrifices his only lifeline — his wheelchair — for an 8-year-old boy who can’t walk, lying to hide his pain. Five years later, the boy returns, walking tall, with a gift that will change everything.
I was playing in my usual spot in the city square when I first met the boy. My fingers moved across the flute’s holes from muscle memory while my mind wandered, as it often did during my daily performances.
An older man in a wheelchair holding a flute | Source: Midjourney
Fifteen years of homelessness teaches you to find escape where you can, and music was the one thing that distracted me from the constant thrum of pain in my lower back and hips. I shut my eyes as I let the music carry me away to a different time and place.
I used to work in a factory. It was hard work, but I loved the busyness of it, the way your body settles into a rhythm that feels like dancing.
Then the pains started. I was in my mid-40s and initially put it down to age, but when I started struggling to do my job, I knew it was time to see a doctor.
A doctor reading information on a clipboard | Source: Pexels
“… chronic condition that will only worsen over time, I’m afraid,” the doctor told me. “Especially with the work you do. There’s medication you can take to manage the pain, but I’m afraid there’s no cure.”
I was stunned. I spoke to my boss the next day and begged him to move me to a different role in the factory.
“I could work in quality control or shipment checking,” I told him.
A factory worker speaking to his manager | Source: Midjourney
But my boss shook his head. “I’m sorry, you’re a good worker, but the company policy says we can’t hire someone for those roles without certification. The higher-ups would never approve it.”
I hung on to my job as long as possible, but eventually, they fired me for being unfit to perform my duties. The guys in the factory knew all about my condition by then and the pain it caused me.
On my last day on the job, they gave me a gift I’ve treasured every day since then: my wheelchair.
A person in a wheelchair | Source: Pexels
A child’s voice cut through my daydreaming, dragging me back to the present.
“Mama, listen! It’s so beautiful!”
I opened my eyes to see a small crowd had gathered, including a weary-looking woman holding a boy of about eight.
The boy’s eyes sparkled with wonder as he watched my fingers dance across the flute. His mother’s face was lined with exhaustion, but as she watched her son’s reaction, her expression softened.
A woman holding her son | Source: Midjourney
“Can we stay a little longer?” the boy asked, tugging at his mother’s worn jacket. “Please? I’ve never heard music like this before.”
She adjusted her grip on him, trying to hide her strain. “Just a few more minutes, Tommy. We need to get you to your appointment.”
“But Mama, look how his fingers move! It’s like magic.”
I lowered my flute and gestured to the boy. “Would you like to try playing it? I could teach you a simple tune.”
A homeless man in a wheelchair holding a flute | Source: Midjourney
Tommy’s face fell. “I can’t walk. It hurts too much.”
His mother’s arms tightened around him.
“We can’t afford crutches or a wheelchair,” she explained quietly. “So I carry him everywhere. The doctors say he needs physical therapy, but…” She trailed off, the weight of unspoken worries visible in her eyes.
Looking at them, I saw my own story reflected back at me. The constant pain, the struggle for dignity, the way society looks right through you when you’re disabled and poor.
A homeless man with a sympathetic look | Source: Midjourney
But in Tommy’s eyes, I also saw something I’d lost long ago: hope. That spark of joy when he listened to the music reminded me of why I started playing in the first place.
“How long have you been carrying him?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer.
“Three years now,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
I remembered my last day of work and the life-changing gift my colleagues had given me, and I knew what I had to do.
A determined-looking man | Source: Midjourney
Before I could second-guess myself, I gripped the arms of my wheelchair and pushed myself up. Pain stabbed through my spine and hips, but I forced a grin.
“Take my wheelchair,” I said. “I… I don’t really need it. It’s just an accessory. I’m not disabled. But it will help your boy, and you.”
“Oh no, we couldn’t possibly…” the mother protested, shaking her head.
She looked me in the eye and I got the feeling she suspected I was lying, so I grinned even wider and shuffled toward them, pushing my chair in front of me.
A wheelchair | Source: Midjourney
“Please,” I insisted. “It would make me happy to know it’s being used by someone who needs it. Music isn’t the only gift we can give.”
Tommy’s eyes grew wide. “Really, Mister? You mean it?”
I nodded, unable to speak through the pain, barely able to keep my grin in place.
His mother’s eyes filled with tears as she carefully settled Tommy into the wheelchair.
A woman with an emotional look in her eyes | Source: Midjourney
“I don’t know how to thank you. We’ve asked for help so many times, but nobody…”
“Your smile is thanks enough,” I said to Tommy, who was already experimenting with the wheels. “Both of your smiles.”
Tears filled my eyes as I watched them leave. I carefully shuffled over to a nearby bench and sat down, dropping all pretense that I wasn’t suffering from forcing my damaged body to move so much.
A man staring up | Source: Midjourney
That was five years ago, and time hasn’t been kind to me. The exertion of getting around on crutches has worsened my condition.
The pain is constant now, an ever-present stabbing in my back and legs that fills my awareness as I journey from the basement I live in under an abandoned house to the square.
But I keep playing. It doesn’t take my mind off the pain like it used to, but it keeps me from going mad with agony.
A man playing a flute | Source: Midjourney
I often thought about Tommy and his mother, hoping my sacrifice made a difference in their lives. Sometimes, during the quieter moments, I’d imagine Tommy rolling through a park or school hallway in my old wheelchair, his mother finally able to stand straight and proud.
Then came the day that changed everything.
I was playing an old folk tune, one my grandmother taught me, when a shadow fell across my cup.
A man holding a flute looking at something | Source: Midjourney
Looking up, I saw a well-dressed teenager standing before me holding a long package under one arm.
“Hello, sir,” he said with a familiar smile. “Do you remember me?”
I squinted up at him, and my heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned. “You?”
Tommy’s grin widened. “I wondered if you’d recognize me.”
“But how…” I gestured at his steady stance. “You’re walking!”
A surprised man | Source: Midjourney
“Life has a funny way of working out,” he said, sitting beside me on the bench. “A few months after you gave me your wheelchair, we learned that a distant relative had left me an inheritance. Suddenly, we could afford proper medical treatment. Turns out my condition was treatable with the right care.”
“Your mother?”
“She started her own catering business. She always loved cooking, but she never had the energy before. Now she’s making her dream come true.” Tommy looked at me then and shyly held out the package he was carrying. “This is for you, sir.”
A teen boy smiling shyly | Source: Midjourney
I unwrapped the brown paper and gasped. Inside was a sleek flute case.
“This gift is my small way of showing my gratitude for your kindness,” he said. “For stepping up to help me when no one else would.”
“I… I don’t know what to say,” I muttered. “This is too much.”
“No, it isn’t. I owe my happiness to you,” Tommy said, wrapping his arms around me in a careful hug. “The wheelchair didn’t just help me move. It gave us hope. Made us believe things could get better.”
A teen boy and a homeless man on a bench | Source: Midjourney
Tommy didn’t stay long after that. I tucked the flute case into my small backpack and carried on with my day.
That night, back in my basement room, I opened the flute case with trembling fingers. Instead of an instrument, I found neat stacks of cash. More money than I’d seen in my entire life. On top lay a handwritten note:
“PAYMENT FOR THE PAIN YOU HAVE EXPERIENCED ALL THESE YEARS BECAUSE OF YOUR KINDNESS. Thank you for showing us that miracles still happen.”
A pile of hundred dollar bills | Source: Pexels
I sat there for hours, holding the note, remembering the pain of every step I’d taken since giving away my wheelchair.
But I also remembered Tommy’s smile, his mother’s tears of gratitude, and now their transformed lives.
The money in my hands represented more than just financial freedom. It was proof that sometimes the smallest acts of kindness can create ripples we never imagined possible.
A smiling man | Source: Midjourney
“One act of kindness,” I whispered to myself as I watched the light dim through my basement window. “That’s all it takes to start a chain reaction.”
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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