For work - that's one reason I would consider meds. I'm coping well enough on the personal side. Some days at work however are quite difficult in respect to the procrastination.
That was my problem, especially with the more boring tasks. I don’t expect to use meds much if at all once I’m retired.
I actually got turned down for meds, because by the time I figured out I actually had the non-hyper version of ADHD, my doc said I had developed a bunch of coping skills and no longer needed them. Ugh.
My one piece of advice for parents going through this: from my experience with my own family, the single-most important thing parents can do is accept and work really hard to understand their kids. I think back to when I was a kid and how I forgot so many things -- like, say, walking to school in February without a coat, having not noticed it was cold. I must have driven them batshit crazy. But my mom just called me her "flaky brilliant" child and treated it as just part of me. I still had all sorts of imposter syndrome and knowing I didn't fit in but not knowing why, but I had that strong baseline of a family who truly saw me and yet loved me unconditionally despite all those weirdnesses. And thank GOD I went to school when the teachers still gave you some slack for work that was late-but-fantastic.
Like others, I figured out my ADHD when I was getting my DD diagnosed. She was really fucking
hard for me to manage, because she is my opposite -- uber-hyper instead of going within, over the top tantrums as a kid, insistent on doing everything herself and thus resistant to any advice, went to the moon and back when anyone got mad at her, etc. I will spare you all the details; the point is that I realized it was my job to adapt to her, instead of sticking with my natural parenting style and expecting her to come to me. She needed structure; I absolutely suck at structure (ADD, helloooo), but I had to create it for her. She needed calm; I needed to learn to control my anger (and head off DH's) to be who she needed to be. Because if I didn't do that for her, who would?
She didn't need me to manage her; she needed me to help her figure out how to manage herself. She didn't need me to fix everything for her; she just needed me to be there to help her pick herself up when everything went into the shitter. Learning how I could help her was the second-hardest thing I have done in my life; actually doing it was the hardest. But it is also the thing I am most proud of -- just as I am ridiculously proud of her, because I know how much harder it has been for her to get to where she is than it has been for many of her friends.