I was born in '45. I had that adhd crap along with a few other boys in 5th grade, our teacher, Mr. Jackson, slapped it right outta everyone of us.
It’s a manufactured reason for not working at raising boys.
They tried this with my youngest son. I endured one day of him on that pill and threw them down the toilet. He was a bright, active, happy kid who required a lot of action to “wear him out”. I refused to make him a zombie. His teachers were not happy and he spent most of his elementary school years sitting in the hall. Fortunately, I homeschooled him before it was legal and he is extremely smart and successful, with his own little hyper child to “wear out” and make tired enough to sit sill. Exercise is survival for boys.