Having been on a full-time and more than one table-restriction, hence the ensuing 'bans', and in SC in a lock-up facility -- I'd have to say that that neither are worse. They are both rather shitty in their own way. At the lock-up facility I had to sit in a plastic chair and stare at wall for a few days without talking. There were some poor staffers who were paid to watch me sit, at night sleep on the floor, or manage other bodily functions. If I did not stay seated during the day, I would be tied down to a bed. They called getting tied down to a bed a 5 point restraint (i.e two legs, two arms and one midsection). Being a survivor of abuse prior to the lock-up, RMA, or previous placements, I always felt like I would lose my mind If I was tied to a bed spread-eagle against my will. Nothing scared (and scares) me more than being physically restrained. Not being able to talk to people sucks, and so does staring at a wall or lame writing assignments, but I'll take those types of punishments over being tied down and not able to talk with people any day.
On the lame writing assignments front, I was just remembering how pathetic the assignments were. They were not meant as tools for self-discovery, but rather the assigners intent was implicit within the assignment. So I wrote to please the assigners. I was not a fool, I wanted to regain my limited RMA freedom ASAP. Pride is what I have as an adult able to control [well, at least adjust] my environment, not as a child living at the capricious whims of various guardians.
The variations of man's inhumanity to man is really astonishing -- Dan fur, Iraq, Israel/Palestine, Sudan, 25% of Floridian African American males in prison, 1 out 10 American's getting arrested at some point in their lifetimes, 3 times and your out laws for non-violent crimes, the widening of the digital and financial divide. I really have a hard time understanding what as a people makes us so fucking mean. It seems logical that pain would breed compassion, rather than the need to give pain.