When did I birth to Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde?

Over the last month I've been trying to figure out when I gave birth to Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde. Seriously do you ever look at your child and ask what the hell happened to my baby?!?!? I'm sure I can't be the only person to think this. Over the last month I've taken him to see his doctor who is suppose to be a behavioral specialist for adolescents. Guess what the doctor visit didn't really help. I left more frustrated than when we walked in. When I told the doctor about my child hitting himself and how worried I was he said "So what? He hits himself.... so what?" I'm sure at this statement my jaw hit the floor. As a mother I can't fathom how the heck this can be okay. I mean REALLY. Just let my child hit himself and bring himself pain. Yep as this thought processed all I could think about is me trying to explain my great doctors view to C.P.S. and some how I don't think this would go over well. However I continued to listen to what he had to say. I mean he did go to college for all of this. Who am I after all? It's not like I have professional background on this topic. I am only a mother at the end of my rope and a very emotional one at that. So basically the great doctor said that we should add another low does medication to help him out, and if he hurts himself let him. The way he looked at it is that he isn't hurting anyone but himself and if I don't react he will stop. Well it's been 3 weeks since we went to the doctor and things were going okay but like normal everything went back to normal. Enter Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde. It was so nice until the bell rang and the fighting was back. I am very grateful for the peaceful and and fun loving days. For anyone who says, "Well what changed?" I have no idea trust me I thought about it and everything stayed the same except him. Actually we were able to do more and have family fun since everyone was getting along, school work was being done with no trouble, and we enjoyed rewarding the good behavior. We were all talking when I asked if he had started his homework yet. Such a simple question but it flipped a switch in him in that I'll never understand. He snapped at me, started telling my daughter how ugly and stupid she was (please note my little girl has speech apraxia so this cut deep). Sadly he didn't stop at the two of us. He then started yelling at my mother. When I tried to correct him about the way he was speaking to us he really went crazy. He started shoving me so I told him he needed to go to his room until he could calm down. Ding Round Two. In the second round he decided to yell more, tell me how much he hates me and wishes I wasn't his mother, point out all the ways life with me, my husband, and his sister was worse than death. However I do have to say since I had a break from all of this I was able to remain calm and unaffected. So much so that when he started hitting himself I didn't respond at all. I know it was really hurting him but I just couldn't afford to react on the slim chance the doctor was right. Guess what he stopped. He stopped and started to tell me how bad his head hurt. I almost laughed. I mean really he just got done hitting himself in the head and then wonders why his head hurts. SMH  Next thing I knew the switch was flipped again and all of a sudden he was sorry and he loved me and I was the best mom in the world. Being a mother to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is a very exhausting job. I decided that he might do good with some counseling. I prayed on it and thought about which route to go with it. Crisis counseling or counseling via our Pastor. God willing this helps us. Maybe we can at least find out what is going on with him.