I wandered around Lismore Shopping Square late this afternoon in search of a new pair of casual sports shoes, finally settling on a black pair of Dunlop Volleys. Quite comfortable, I thought to myself, and quite fashionable too. You know me, always ahead of the times, and always on the lookout for a good bargain, and at just $21.99 from Big W, they were certainly that.
If the truth is told, the shoes were just an excuse to go to the shopping centre to enjoy the air conditioning and to escape some of the humidity which I’ve found a little overwhelming since arriving here. This was especially the case last night when I travelled to Bangalow for an event which I was the MC for at the local A and I Hall.
Bangalow, of course is very fashionable now, though I remember when it was just the place you stopped for a pea on the trip to or from Brisbane. But now it’s all very upmarket with shops selling nick-nacks from all around the world. “You know the one thing you can’t buy in Bangalow?”, a friend aksed me. “Nickers. You can’t buy nickers or anything practical in Bangalow aside from milk, unless of course you consider Moroccan rugs part of your daily shopping”.
Despite the flashness of it all, it was still bloody hot and humid, and I noticed more than a few of those attending the event wore thongs. Holding off on a glass of wine (or two) until I had performed my official role, I downed several glasses of sparkling mineral water in quick succession. And although I’d taken my jacket coat with me, it didn’t take much convincing for me to take it off.
It was the second day in a row I’d been asked to perform a “public role”, having been interviewed by a newspaper the previous day. With baited breath, I checked the online edition in the middle of last the night to make sure what I said came out okay. Thankfully it did.
Aside from that, I now have a few free days at home just hanging out with my family before returning to work on Tuesday. Aside from a brief trip to Brisbane tomorrow to see my sister who isn’t well at the moment, I don’t have all that much planned for my time away. Just a bit of relaxing and hanging out with my family. Thankfully my nephew is still at that cute stage, though I suspect he’s starting to show signs of the “terrible twos”.
So yes all I have planned is hanging out with the family, doing nothing in particular, maybe catching up with some mates and, if the humidity continues, maybe some more shopping at Lismore Square.
The phone rang and woke me again today. “Were you asleep?”, my mate asked me probably already knowing the answer by the way I’d ignored the home phone, but had responded sleepily to the mobile when it rang. It was about lunchtime, I guess, and he had some pretty amazing news he wanted to share right away. Since then, I’ve been a little sleepy on and off throughout the day. Slowly but surely my body is returning to normal.
I called briefly in to work today. Ostensibly it was to pick up my card-reader so I could transfer some more photographs across. Actually, I just felt like catching up with the gang to see how they all were. “You’ve lost weight and you’ve got a tan” was the universal consensus, which made me feel great. A colleague and friend who has been overseas is also back and we made plans to catch up in the next week. Also, one of the blokes at work is playing his first live gig in quite a few years, so I’ll probably go along to that tomorrow night. And then on Friday there’s a farewell drinks for someone. It’s kinda cool being able to socialise with everyone, which is great, without actually having to go into work.
As it happened, there was a delegation of European broadcasters visiting including a Swedish woman. “Why are you wearing that shirt?”, she asked at first, totally confused about why I was wearing my “Sverige” t-shirt. I explained that I’d been there and had a wonderful time, and had enjoyed the summer, and wished her the same for her time in Sydney.
Tonight I caught up with the guys at the pub, which was great fun. Again, everyone commented on how much weight I’d lost, which was a nice boost to the ego. Clearly I must have been really fat and unhealthy looking before I left.
Lately, I’ve been recording some incredible interviews for my Limb Shift podcast. This episode features the brilliant Madeleine Stewart. Born with a limb difference, Madeleine wore a prosthetic arm for several years before deciding it wasn’t for her. She is a talented actor, comedian, and passionate disability advocate—and, quite frankly, she’s awesome.
“It’s not inspiration, it’s not pity, it’s normal. It’s saying you’re different, but we accept you and you’re just like us”. This philosophy serves as the cornerstone of Madeleine’s mission, a vibrant and unapologetic voice currently reshaping the Australian creative landscape.
Born in 1994, Madeleine entered the world on the twenty-sixth of May weighing just 1.1 kilograms, a “miracle baby” with one arm. Today, she stands as a multi-hyphenate artist—a comedian, actor, advocate, and filmmaker—whose work challenges the reductive narratives that have long defined the disability experience.
Growing up, Madeleine’s connection to the disability community was virtually non-existent, leaving her to navigate the complexities of her identity largely on her own. Her early life was spent navigating constant medical intervention, primarily at Westmead Children’s Hospital, where she was fitted for prosthetic arms she found largely alienating.
“I thought hospitals are for sick people or for people in pain, and I wasn’t sick and I wasn’t in pain,” she recalls. “I thought I felt normal, I felt healthy, I felt like every other kid, but I was treated differently and I couldn’t understand why”.
The physical impact of these early prosthetics was also significant and painful. Madeleine describes how, as a young girl, the devices were forced into sockets that caused rashes, itchiness, and ongoing pain while “hanging off the joint of my elbow”.
Beyond the discomfort, the practical limitations were stark. She recalls a childhood memory of playing in a “play maze” and becoming caught in the netting by her prosthetic arm, left hanging and calling for her mother while dozens of other parents looked on.
This incident cemented her view that the prosthetic was a hindrance rather than a tool, stating, “I naturally wanted to do things with one hand and I just couldn’t into the two-handed life”.
These medical challenges were compounded by the financial realities of the era. Growing up in the nineties and early two-thousands, before the implementation of the National Disability Insurance Scheme (NDIS)—an Australian government program designed to provide funding and support for people with permanent and significant disabilities—obtaining prosthetic limbs required a complex and often demoralising process of grassroots fundraising.
Madeleine describes having to visit Rotary Clubs to “sing my sad little song” to secure financial support for her artificial arms, with costs split between hospitals, local charities, and her own family. This constant pressure to justify her need for equipment through charity—often without anyone asking for her personal input or consent—left a lasting mark on her self-esteem. “A lot of effort, a lot of charity, a lot of singing my sad song, and that really cuts away at your self-esteem from a young age,” she reflects.
Her path to self-acceptance was paved by the unexpected influence of science fiction. When she was nervous about entering primary school, her brother introduced her to Star Wars and the character of Luke Skywalker. Seeing Luke embrace his mechanical hand as the tool of a Jedi rather than a sign of brokenness was transformative. “The confidence I had, I truly believed that I was a Jedi,” Madeleine says. “He restored peace to the galaxy. And he has one arm just like you”, her brother told her.
As Madeleine transitioned into adulthood, she found that the professional world—specifically the theatre industry—was far less welcoming. She was frequently told there was “no place for me in the industry”. Rather than retreating, she turned to the one space where she could reclaim her narrative: comedy.
A pivotal moment in her development occurred when she was sixteen and attended a show by Adam Hills, a celebrated Australian comedian and television presenter also known for his advocacy and Paralympic sport coverage. Madeleine waited to speak with him after the performance, and he encouraged her to pursue comedy.
However, Hills offered a candid piece of advice regarding the visibility of her limb difference. “He said that he for years was able to have, in his words, the luxury of being able to hide his disability and get his craft as a comedian like anyone else,” Madeleine explains.
“And he said, unfortunately, everyone’s going to see that you have one arm instantly, so you’re going to have to make jokes about disability”. Madeleine took this advice to heart, finding that “people are like, okay, we’re comfortable with this now. And then you can go on and talk about whatever you want”.
Madeleine’s comedy is marked by a sharp, cheeky subversion of how society perceives disability. This is evident in her creative output, including her ABC documentary and SBS podcast, both of which tackle the often-taboo subjects of intimacy and sexuality for people with disabilities.
She views these projects as vital for breaking down the dehumanising myths that follow disabled people into adulthood. “I just find it fascinating that people think that we can’t have sex or date,” Madeleine explains. “I think that people have these assumptions and people don’t know. And I think that it’s a, it’s a humanity thing. It’s about humanness of all of us”.
In her documentary and podcast work, she explores how a lack of adequate sex education in school left her and many others in the dark. “For me, it’s just like, oh, really? Really? So it’s like just basic sex ed baffled me during that podcast”.
Beyond education, she champions the inventiveness of the disabled community. “I think that is genius, the way that we can solve things, the way that we can go. Yeah, let’s figure this out”.
Madeleine’s work also acts as a rigorous critique of “inspiration porn”—the tendency of media to frame the daily lives of disabled people as inherently heroic. She notes that even her own film, designed to highlight the toxicity of such tropes, was met with praise that missed the mark. “The most common thing people say to me afterwards was how inspired they were on my film. And I just think I literally just look at them and go, did you watch the film?”.
Maddie appears in the film “Diving In” with fellow Limb Shift interview, Adam Bowes.
Despite the frustrations of existing in a world still grappling with ableism, Madeleine remains stubbornly optimistic. She sees the current rise in representation—and the increasing public discourse around neurodivergence and disability advocacy—as a necessary step toward genuine empathy.
“Every disabled person has friends and family and like a community around them, people who know them and care about them. And that that is advocacy too, because you’re showing people around you that you’re not this stereotype”.
Looking ahead, Madeleine is embracing a “semi-sabbatical” to recalibrate her creative output, stepping back from the relentless pace of her previous years to ask: “What do I actually want to create?”.
As she balances the two “trains” of comedy and advocacy, her long-term goal remains consistent: to ensure that the future of representation looks exactly like the inclusive, vibrant world she once saw on Playschool—a world where difference is acknowledged, but fundamentally, everyone is just normal.
Abril Felman
Madeleine’s journey is far from over, but she has already succeeded in shifting the spotlight, forcing audiences to see past the arm, past the “inspiration,” and directly into the reality of a human experience that is rich, funny, and entirely her own.
The audio from this interview will be featured in The Limb Shift later in the year. Click on the links above for Spotify, Apple and Youtube to follow the launch.
Approaching the polling booth at the Bourke Street Public School for the NSW Local Government elections, I overheard a couple of people speaking. “My friend told me she had to wait an hour, and there’s already a lengthy queue,” one of them said.
This filled me with a slight fear, having experienced a lower-limb amputation last year and still finding it difficult to get around from time to time.
Today, however, I experienced one of the advantages of having a lower limb prosthetic – skipping the long queue. I’m usually more than happy to wait my turn, but who wouldn’t say yes to being able to jump through the queue at an election day.
Normally, I like to vote early before the crowds appear, but by the time I was up and about this morning, things were quite busy.
Around 11 AM, I arrived at the polling booth, and there was already a queue stretching for what seemed like 500 meters.
I asked someone near the front how long the wait was, and he said it was probably 30 minutes, but that I could just walk right up to the front. So, that’s exactly what I did.
Skipping the lengthy queue, I approached the entrance and asked for assistance. The attendant looked down, saw my prosthetic leg, and immediately ushered me inside. We bypassed the queue and went straight into the voting booth, saving me at least 10 minutes, maybe even longer.
Next, I joined another queue to get my name ticked off and collect the ballot papers. Unfortunately, this was the slowest queue ever! There seemed to be some identification issues with the person ahead of me, so every other queue was moving much faster. It took about five minutes, but finally, I got my name ticked off, grabbed the forms, and went to vote.
The only thing that concerned me, mobility-wise, was the large number of people inside with small “yappy” dogs. Though they were on leashes, they still ran around a little bit, interacting with other dogs, and coming perilously close to knocking me over.
The voting booth itself was a little high for me, so I opted for the accessible booth.
After voting, I treated myself outside to a “democracy sausage”. Sadly, there was no gluten-free bread available, but it was still delicious.
Since Thursday, I’ve been wearing a new prosthetic socket and foot. The new socket has been quite tight, especially around the knee, which has been tough after months of wearing a loose-fitting socket.
Last night when I was out with friends, I spent a good part of the evening with my prosthetic leg removed, resting, trying to alleviate the pain. By the time I went to bed, I was exhausted – partly from the wine we shared, and partly from the discomfort of the new socket.
Now, it’s late Saturday afternoon, and I’m finally relaxing with a cup of coffee.
This podcast isn’t just about prosthetics, surgeries, or rehabilitation—though those things matter. It’s about identity, resilience, grief, humour, frustration, and the strange, unexpected moments that define life after limb loss. Right now, the series is in pre-production, with lots of interviews being recorded.
The Limb Shift premieres in October 2026 during Amputee Awareness Week in Australia. The launch features five 30-minute episodes, with subsequent episodes releasing weekly. Search for the podcast on YouTube Music, YouTube and Spotify.
One of the great things about living in Sydney with such an entirely agreeable climate is the lack of clearly defined seasons. Winter turns into Spring, turns into Summer etc usually without clearly defined moments. Unlike those who live in colder climates, we just don’t have events like “the first snow of winter”.
Today, however probably marks the first day of winter with Sydney enveloped in a fairly thick fog. There are international diversions at the airport, and the Manly Ferry has been replaced by buses. So yeah, I guess today marks the first “official” day of winter in Sydney.
The first was a lunchtime celebration for just our part of the organisation at the AB Hotel in Glebe which was excellent. The food was very good. The service friendly. And despite the rain, many of us spent the afternoon in the comfortable outdoors courtyard. The second was the annual bash at Ultimo.
“You’re a real trooper on the dance floor”, one of the DJ’s said to me at one point during the night. He had obviously noted a couple of us spent most of the night on the dance floor. Well, aimed to spend most of the night on the dance floor, since some of the earlier music wasn’t all that danceable for a 43 year old man with an interest in Swedish pop music. “It’s 9.30”, I said to my colleague when the first really good song of the night kicked in. And from then on, it was two hours of solid dancing. Great fun.
The theme for this year’s party was “hats or wigs”. We went through the cupboards at work and found some old baseball caps and came as a group. Unfortunately, we didn’t win the prize for best costume. Next year, there’s hopefully a prize for “best group costume”.
And in between time I actually did some work too!
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When we talked on the phone I thought you said “Moroccan Drugs” not morrocan rugs – I didn’t even bat an eye at the drugs, I’m more suprised by the rugs!
When we talked on the phone I thought you said “Moroccan Drugs” not morrocan rugs – I didn’t even bat an eye at the drugs, I’m more suprised by the rugs!
The glamour of Lismore Shopping Centre explains a lot about you James!
Get out now – while you still can!
There’s a whole wide world outside of Porpoise….er, Lismore!
lismore has a new art market :) The Con Artists market the best thing in lismore at the moment :) i have a link on my blog.