This is almost the story of my boyfriend's childhood.
"My son don't need any drugs!"
Now he's over 40 and finally putting all the pieces together. But not before going tens of thousands of dollars into debt, which is forcing him to keep a job he hates so that he can pay rent. Have I mentioned the daily panic attacks and constant stress on his body?
But he still hasn't seen anyone to get a proper diagnosis because "I am barely making it right now, but seeing someone is something I can't handle right now. Seeing someone might make it worse, and I'll just go further into debt."
So here we are. Quickly dying, and not fixing it.
Ironically, the algorithm pushing adhd content to my boyfriend is what made him actually realize that that's what he probably has. He just thought everyone felt the way he always has, but were better at handling their life than he was. (There might be a serious low self-esteem problem mixed in there too.)