Just keep encouraging him to get help.

With depression, it could be a beautiful, warm glorious summer day. The birds could be singing. The aroma of fresh cut grass could be on the air.

But you can't see that. You're still griping over the fact that it rained three days ago, that's it's going to rain tomorrow. You can't see the positive. You can't see the moment. You don't see the sunshine, you only see the night.

I know. I'm in severe depression right now and I'm getting bombarded with all sorts of messages like that. I don't believe I can be helped either. Until earlier this week, I thought no one was going to help me. BUT I WAS WRONG.
Someone intervened on my behalf and got me what was needed when I could barely ask for help myself. Depression can paralyze you completely.

Your son has to realize there's a problem, but there may be community resources that can help.

Private Message me. I'll see what digging around I can do...it's my speciality.

The offer is sincere. My physical pain never stopped me from helping someone else.

There is a thing more crippling than cerebral palsy: the prison of your own mind.