From Survival to Thriving: Rethinking ADHD Medication Through the Hunter’s Lens
The fact that medication reduces destructive outcomes does not mean that untreated hunters are doomed or broken.

In the world of psychiatry and neuroscience there are occasionally studies that change the conversation in ways that ripple out into politics, education, and culture. A new study published this month by Swedish researchers is one of those moments.
It turns out that medication for ADHD doesn’t just help people finish their homework or make it through a workday without missing deadlines. It actually changes life outcomes on a scale that borders on astonishing. People who take ADHD medication are significantly less likely to attempt suicide, less likely to abuse drugs, less likely to get into car accidents, and less likely to end up committing crimes.
It’s not a small effect either. The study, which followed nearly 150,000 people diagnosed with ADHD, found a 17 percent reduction in suicidal behavior, a 15 percent reduction in substance misuse, a 12 percent drop in traffic accidents, and a 13 percent reduction in criminal activity among those taking their medication compared to those who did not.
Put bluntly, these drugs are saving lives not only of the people who take them but of those who share the roads, the neighborhoods, and the homes with them.
To those of us who understand ADHD not as a disorder but as a different wiring of the human brain, these findings make perfect sense.
If you grew up in a hunting culture ten thousand years ago and you had the traits that today get labeled ADHD, you were the one who noticed the shift in the wind that signaled prey nearby or danger approaching.
You were the one who couldn’t sit still by the fire for long because movement was life and scanning the environment was safety.
You were driven by bursts of energy and drawn to immediate reward because in a hunting context, waiting too long often meant going hungry.
Those instincts were adaptive and necessary for the survival of the tribe. But then the agricultural revolution forced those same brains into rows of crops and rows of classrooms, and suddenly the hunter’s mind was recast as a problem to be fixed.
What this new research shows is that medication doesn’t erase those hunter traits. It doesn’t transform a hunter into a farmer. Instead, it functions like scaffolding in a world built for farmers. It gives the hunter brain the ability to move through the rigid schedules and demands of industrial society without crashing into every wall along the way.
When the study reports fewer traffic accidents, that isn’t because stimulant medication makes someone a duller or slower driver. It’s because it narrows attention just enough to keep the hunter’s mind from drifting during long stretches of highway or getting pulled off course by the thousand flashes of stimulation in a crowded city street.
When it shows reduced rates of drug misuse, it’s because people with ADHD have brains wired for novelty and dopamine, and when those brains are stabilized by medication, they’re less likely to go chasing risky thrills that can destroy lives. When it shows reductions in suicide, it’s a reminder that a society designed for farmers can be crushing for hunters unless they are given tools to bridge the mismatch. Medication, in that sense, isn’t a chemical straightjacket but a life raft.
This is an important shift in how we think about ADHD and treatment.
For decades the cultural story has been that ADHD drugs are handed out like candy to restless kids so they’ll sit still in school. The implication is that these medications are about compliance, about enforcing conformity, about smoothing over difference. Critics sometimes argue that giving medication to an ADHD child is the equivalent of clipping the wings of a bird so it won’t fly away from the coop.
But the Swedish study points to a different truth. These medications are not about turning hunters into farmers. They are about giving hunters the ability to survive in a world dominated by farmers without self-destructing. That survival, the data now show, extends beyond classrooms and into every aspect of life: relationships, safety, and longevity itself.
One way to think of this is that stimulant medications like methylphenidate or amphetamines are not suppressing the hunter’s drive. They are allowing the hunter’s radar to be dialed in, preventing the constant flood of distraction from overwhelming the system.
In prehistoric times the hunter could afford to act on every snap of a twig, every flash of movement in the trees. In a classroom or behind the wheel of a car, that same hyper-reactivity can be disastrous. What the medication provides is not sedation but selectivity. It helps the hunter mind choose which signals to follow and which to let pass. That kind of precision doesn’t erase the gift of the hunter’s wiring. It allows that gift to be used productively instead of destructively.
The implications for policy and culture are huge. If medication helps reduce crime and accidents, then ADHD treatment is not merely a matter of personal health but of public safety and social stability.
We should be talking about access to diagnosis and treatment not as a niche mental health issue but as a broad public good. Just as vaccines reduce the spread of disease beyond the individuals who get the shot, ADHD treatment — including non-pharmaceutical interventions like the ones I suggest in my books — reduces harms that ripple outward into society.
Yet in many places, stigma, cost, and lack of access mean that millions go untreated. In the United States, for example, the debate over ADHD often gets tangled in moral panic about over-diagnosis or pharmaceutical profit, while countless children and adults who would benefit are left unsupported.
The Swedish study should force us to reconsider that framing. If treatment lowers suicide, addiction, crime, and accidents, then failing to provide it is not neutrality. It is negligence.
There’s also a deeper lesson here about how we as a culture value different kinds of minds.
If you look at the data one way, you might conclude that ADHD is inherently dangerous and requires constant chemical control. But if you look at it through the Hunter-in-a-Farmer’s-world lens, the story shifts.
The same traits that increase risk in a farmer’s world are the ones that would have been prized in a hunter’s world. Impulsivity becomes rapid responsiveness. Distractibility becomes broad environmental scanning. Sensation-seeking becomes a willingness to explore the unknown.
The tragedy is not that these traits exist, but that our social structures punish them. Medication is not erasing them. It’s providing a translation layer so they can coexist with the demands of a world that too often has no patience for difference.
It is worth remembering, too, that even within farming societies hunters have always been among us, often with spectacular, even world-changing impacts.
They have been explorers, entrepreneurs, artists, warriors, inventors. They are the restless minds that push boundaries and refuse to accept stasis. The cost of that restless drive can be high, but the benefit to human progress is undeniable.
The fact that medication reduces destructive outcomes does not mean that untreated hunters are doomed or broken. It means that society has created conditions so misaligned with their wiring that intervention is necessary to prevent unnecessary suffering.
Rather than viewing that as proof that hunters are flawed, we might take it as proof that the farmer’s world is intolerant of the full spectrum of human possibility.
The Swedish researchers were careful not to overstate their findings. They noted that correlation is not causation, and that more study is needed to parse exactly how and why medication produces these outcomes. But the scale of the data makes it hard to dismiss. When you look at 150,000 people over years and see such consistent patterns, you’re not looking at a fluke. You’re looking at a signal that challenges the conventional wisdom about what ADHD treatment really means.
This isn’t just about school grades or workplace productivity. It’s about life and death.
For parents of children with ADHD, these findings may offer some reassurance. Choosing whether or not to medicate is one of the hardest decisions a parent can face. The fear is always that you’re drugging your child into compliance, that you’re robbing them of their spark. But if the medication — or other interventions, including ADHD-friendly schools and occupations — helps keep them alive, safe, and able to thrive, then the calculation looks different.
And if we reframe ADHD not as a deficit but as an evolutionary inheritance that needs support in certain contexts, then medication becomes not a denial of identity but a tool for survival. Hunters can remain hunters while still making it through the school day, the workday, and the long road home.
In the end, this study underscores the central point I’ve been making for years. ADHD is not a disorder. It is a difference. It is the expression of ancient wiring in a modern world that was not designed to accommodate it.
Sometimes that mismatch produces brilliance. Sometimes it produces tragedy. And what we do about it is a test of our compassion and our wisdom.
Medication is one tool, but so is redesigning our schools, our workplaces, and our communities to recognize that not every valuable human mind operates on the farmer’s timetable.
Hunters have always been part of the human tribe. Our survival has often depended on them. The least we can do in return is make sure they have what they need to survive in ours.
I would love to see one study which checks people with ADHD living their life as it is and taking medication, against people with ADHD living a mostly healthy life.
I was diagnosed at the age of ten.
" Choosing whether or not to medicate is one of the hardest decisions a parent can face."
This was in 1965. I was never medicated. My mother disputed the diagnosis. I was never told. I remember overhearing conversations long ago that helped me piece it together. I overheard my mother saying "my kid's not hyperactive." Also, "I tried those diet pills and they made me feel jittery."
I performed miserably in school, in spite of overhearing my aunt saying to my mother "He has an IQ of 140?" I remember my mother shushing her.
The school system that tested me, and recommended medication, was not the one my family relocated to when I was fourteen. A week before starting the eighth grade at the new school I went on a field trip with several other students. I would soon find that we were a group of gifted students and were being 'auditioned' for a program that was going to be featured for the inaugural Earth Day in 1970.
We were driven to a park/nature reserve and given paper and colored pencils. All of the other kids drew ducks, or plants. I drew a topo map of the hilly park. It included the parking lot, the road, and a portion of a nearby interstate.
When the special group was announced I was the only student from the trip who was not in it. I had failed The Duck Test.
In hindsight I realized that the teachers involved were following the environmentalism trend. What I learned about them later suggests they were more motivated by career advancement than by environmentalism. I would become friends with some of the other kids and know that at least one of them is now MAGA.
Ironically I became a far more committed environmentalist than some of the others, and at least one of the faculty advisors.
The next year I failed freshman algebra because the teacher allowed me to be bullied in class (he had a rigid seating chart and refused to alter it. I nearly did not graduate, in spite of testing at the 90th percentile for reading and comprehension.
It took me twenty years to get an engineering degree from a state university.
I am now retired from a career that involved about forty different jobs. I put myself through college working in in manufacturing, becoming a highly skilled machinist. Some of the early job transitions involved getting poached by other companies offering better pay. Others were due to economic downturns. (In one of those cases the foreman told me he would rather lay off another, but company seniority policy tied his hands. I could have thrown the other guy under the bus by reporting his drinking on the job, but I had a misplaced spasm of conscience.)
In one case I walked off a very lucrative job after the owner of the company revealed himself to be a virulent white supremacist. Another time I was fired for complaining about company fraud. There were cases when I was undermined by jealous coworkers who used my inattentiveness to set me up. There were ruined products I was blamed for. I lost maybe one or two from actually screwing up performance wise.
Somewhere along there I developed a drinking problem. I have had spasms of suicidal ideation. I never married until I was fifty. Undiagnosed autism may be a factor there. I took one self assessment that indicated I was borderline.
The arc of my career has left me with PTSD. I am so glad it's over.