I found the quiet place didn't work for me. Whenever my parents sat my little tush down in a chair all alone I didn't really mind because I was sitting comfortably and I always found something to fix my little eyes on and amuse myself with. My Father dropped that punishment and resorted to putting me in the corner. He made me stand there and face the wall and think about what I did. Well it sure as hell worked with me, I hated that corner and I snapped out of my bad ways early as a child. That's why I'm such a little angel now