Ugh. I hate when I get into obsessive Googling. I've not really had this happen with my T so much as others I've met at various times in my life. It's so weird how curiosity sometimes turns into this burning need to know, and the wilder the goose chase, the less you have to go on, the more insistent the need gets.

For me--and this is only for me, it may or may not resonate with you--I've noticed this is a by-product of having too much time on my hands, or of that uncomfortable restlessness you get when you can't figure out how to direct your energy.

I've never found beating myself up about it really helped. Or analyzing it, either. The judgement's not coming from anybody but yourself, anyway. And analyzing just perpetuated the obsession. I try and force myself to do something else for a bit. Maybe go outside or something. This usually dissolves for me pretty quickly when I find something productive / interesting to do with myself.

Good luck.