Yep. Dealt with this my entire life. Teachers, doctors, and counselors suggested I see someone regarding a possible ADD diagnosis all through school as my supposed "brilliance" (their words, not mine) came along with a seemingly unbeatable tendency to zone out in class, constantly talk to other kids when I knew I was supposed to be listening, and flat out forget to do major assignments while I just sort of daydreamed or got sidetracked the moment something else came along.
But my father didn't believe in ADD or at least thought it was overdiagnosed. By god, when he was a kid, there was a name for my behavior and it was lazy, careless, or just plain selfish. So all of those recommendations were ignored.
It took me dropping out of college, going off to work in dead-end, unrewarding and un-challenging jobs while avoiding contact with my folks out of a mixture of shame, resentment, and anger to finally motivate me to see a counselor who eventually referred me to a psychiatrist.
Got put on a mild dosage of stimulant medications, got myself about $15k in loans to enroll at another state university, finished my degree with no lower than a B in any class, and finally got myself into something of a career path. It's been weird because I always felt like I'm 10-15 years behind where I should be but then I remind myself that there is no "should" and I'm thankful that I've improved my quality of life.
Medication (and stimulant medication) isn't a panacea and there are obviously tradeoffs but I think that for a very real subset of people, the avoidance of it out of some misplaced ideas of pill-pushers or lack of "grit" is a real shame that causes some very real problems.