Explaining my situation

(Sorry, I know this is a long one.) As I write this, it's only been a month since I was even diagnosed with OCD (though I've been dealing with it for years and years), and I still have a lot to learn about it. But I do know better than to seek reassurance, so just know that that's not what I'm here for. I just figured I would explain my situation to see if it would help, and I'm actually curious to hear people's thoughts on it, as it's... kind of a weird one. Earlier this year, I discovered a band -- the first band in a while that I considered my favorite, and that made me think, "I would actually pay money to see them." And then I did! I bought tickets to one of their shows as a late birthday present to myself, and I spent the next few months dreaming about the concert, believing it would be the highlight of my summer. To say I was obsessed with this band would be an understatement. I bought several pieces of clothing for the show (including an official band T-shirt), and I made it my mission to tell as many people as possible about this band. They were my whole THING. After the concert, my love for them was still going strong. But then, a few days later, I learned some information about the band that fundamentally changed the way I looked at them (it wasn't even anything bad or controversial, just surprising), and that's when the intrusive thoughts began. I kept worrying that this band was permanently ruined for me, because I would never be able to look at them the same way again. I always knew that I would lose interest in them eventually -- none of my hyperfixations last forever. But I didn't want it to happen like THIS. I felt like this thing I loved had been violently ripped away from me before I was ready to let it go. Even though I no longer care about the information, I still have a lot of residual anxiety and discomfort surrounding the band. My OCD keeps telling me that I still have to like them to some degree, even if I'm not the die-hard superfan I once was, and that hating them is the absolute worst thing I could do. Sometimes it tells me that it's okay to not be that interested in them anymore, but I still have to think about them SOME of the time, and look back fondly on my memories of enjoying them. It tells me that loving this band was the best it's ever going to get, and that nothing else will ever top it, nor is it allowed to; it's them or nothing. I think the reason I'm having such difficulty dealing with this is that I genuinely do miss the way this band made me feel before my OCD interfered. Not only did I like them, I liked liking them. It would be incredibly painful for me to decide that discovering them was actually a net negative rather than a net positive, and to look back on those memories with contempt and disgust rather than warmth and affection. And there's nothing actually wrong with the band; my OCD just made me worry that I hated them for an incredibly arbitrary reason. On the plus side, I'm doing significantly better than I was when this whole thing began. I'm still not all the way back to normal, but at least I'm no longer having full-blown panic attacks at the sight, sound, thought, or mention of the band. (And I still get their songs stuck in my head all the time.) They still bring me anxiety and distress (like my therapist said they would), and sometimes it's too much for me to bear, but I think I'm making progress overall. I don't need to love this band again; I just want my brain to stop treating them like a threat. I want to get to a point where I can be happy with OR without them, and stop fixating so much on my relationship with them. My therapist gave me the assignment of wearing a piece of clothing every day that reminded me of the band, as a start to my ERP, and I think it's actually going well overall. Wearing my actual band T-shirt is still quite difficult, because sometimes people will try to talk to me about the band when I don't necessarily want to (because why would they assume I'm anything other than a fan?). But I've gotten through it, and I can get through it again.