I was shackled to the bed, immobilized so i couldn’t move a muscle for nothing more than walking out of the so-called quiet room and strolling to the end of the hall then coming back to the QR under my own steam. The very fact that it took scarcely one or two leisurely people to restrain me tells you how little it was an emergent or necessary procedure. Although they told me, “This isn’t punishment, it is because you don’t follow directions, Pam,” it was, of course, nothing except punishment. They did it to teach me a lesson. And it was discipline, because I was obnoxious and loud and they “couldn’t control me” any other way.